Chapter 22 An Unhappy Birthday

"Mrs. Trevino, happy birthday." A pleasing voice came from the phone, inexplicably dissipating the anger that Draven had been holding in for the whole day. He raised his eyes and glanced at his mother who was still in the kitchen. He said slowly, "Good for you. You still remember mother's birthday. Are you not going to take a visit?" Silence. All of a sudden, there was no sound. Draven frowned and took back his phone to take a look. It was still on the call. "Cierra?" He opened his mouth again. Just as he was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, the call got disconnected. The phone was hung up. The call time was 29 seconds. Draven stared at the mobile phone that was slowly turning black. His brows furrowed even more and he almost wanted to throw his phone. "Is it Cierra? Why did you stop talking?" Sue came out of the kitch