My father ignored her, and only a few colleagues working on the case shook their heads in response.
She immediately took out her phone, called me in front of him, but it was still turned off.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off..."
Aunt Yvonne muttered to herself, "Why? It has been two days, why is Ann's phone still turned off?"
She had a bad feeling about it.
She pushed the door open and walked out. Aunt Yvonne, where were you going?
As my father was about to pour himself some coffee, he told her to mind her own business.
Aunt Yvonne glanced at my father, feeling a bit nervous. She asked, "Neil, tell me, have the DNA test results come out?"
"Not yet, Yvonne. What's wrong with you? This is a police station, not a place for you to wander around. If you have nothing else, just leave!"
Aunt Yvonne was about to speak when her phone suddenly rang.
She immediately answered it.
"Ann, is that you? Why didn't you call me earlier? Do you know how worried I've been..."
But this call couldn't be mine.
The voice from the other end of the line made Aunt Yvonne's expression grow more and more serious.
After hanging up the phone, she glared at my father with anger.