After confirming that Leo was alright for the time being, I immediately took out my spare phone, changed my flight for three days later to the earliest available flight, and contacted the car I had booked in advance. Carrying the unconscious Leo into the car, I dialed Liam's number—this was the last time I would call him, not to beg for mercy, not to interrogate him, but simply to say goodbye to this absurd past.
As soon as the call connected, Liam's impatient roar came through: "Clara, are you done yet? I already said another ambulance will be here soon, can you stop rushing me! Zeke is still crying, I don't have time to waste with you!"
I paused for a moment, then a cold smile appeared on my lips. My voice was calm and utterly emotionless: "It's nothing. I just wanted to let you know that Leo is alright now. You can focus on taking care of your Zeke. We won't bother you anymore."