"When you were little I bathed you, why didn't you say I was invading your privacy?" Bailey Hansen's tone was anything but sympathetic, "You're my son, I'm your mom, go ahead and sue me if you dare?!"
Kris Cooper chuckled softly, "I wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare! I still have work to do, I'll get busy now."
"Go on then, don't stay up late tonight, take care of yourself."
"Got it."
Putting away his phone, Kris Cooper turned to the table and picked up the thick stack of documents again, carefully flipping through them.
On the other end of the line, it was the middle of the night on the other side of the world.
Bailey Hansen handed the phone to Christoper Cooper, and reached over to take Vera Wave's photo from the table.
