That night,

just as Sigourney stepped out after her bath, towel-drying her hair, the sudden ring of the phone shattered the silence.

It was Mark calling.

This was, by all means, an omen of misfortune, so Sigourney felt weary at the thought of answering.

Sure enough, Mark's sharp, stern voice echoed in her ear, brimming with anger.

"Sigourney, what the hell are you doing?"

"Why was Savannah suddenly arrested, with the possibility of being convicted and thrown into prison?"

Mark's cold, scolding ...