Chapter 355 Unpredictable Weather
The grave tone in George's voice resonated through the phone. "Why this sudden inquiry about her whereabouts? Are you unable to locate her? Has something happened to Mia?" He questioned, a tinge of unease creeping into his voice. This was the first time Ava had ever broached the subject of Mia, and it unsettled him.
Wanting to allay his fears, Ava hastily replied, "No, it's nothing like that. I'm just asking, no ulterior motive."
"But why ask me? Why not contact her directly?" George retorted.
"I did attempt to call her, but she remained unresponsive," Ava admitted.
"Really?" Without another word, George abruptly ended the call, leaving Ava in a state of bewilderment.
A mere two minutes later, George was back on the line. Ava answered, "Hello, George."
"Where are you right now?" George asked.
"I'm at home. Is something wrong?" Ava responded.
"When I tried to reach Mia, she didn't answer. I even contacted her office, but her assistant informed me she wasn't present today."
Ava's worry was palpable. "How could this be? Where could Mia have gone?"
"How am I to know?" George's voice was laced with anxiety. "You should go to her place now. You were there just the day before yesterday, weren't you?"
"Alright, I'll leave immediately. George, would you like to accompany me?" Ava offered.
"I'm currently in Barlow, so I can't join you right away. You should go to Mia's first and check if she's home, then call me without delay."
"Okay, I'll head there now." After ending the call, Ava hastily gathered her things and drove to Mia's residence.
Upon reaching Mia's doorstep, Ava persistently rang the doorbell, but to no avail. She tried calling Mia again, but was met with the same silence. Just as she was about to contact Alexander to see if he knew of his mother's whereabouts, the door creaked open.
Ava was met with the sight of a despondent Mia. Relief washed over her. "Mia, you're home."
Mia's hair was disheveled, and she was clad in a loose robe. She appeared fatigued, and the distinct smell of alcohol clung to her.
"Mia, why didn't you respond to my calls? What's happened?" Ava questioned.
"What do you want?" Mia's voice was raspy. "If you have something to say, spit it out." Her impatience was evident.
"Mia, I was worried when you didn't answer my calls, so I came to check on you."
"Oh, really? Well, you've seen me now, so you can leave." Mia attempted to close the door.
"Wait." Ava blocked the door. "Mia, what's going on?"
Mia released the door handle and retreated into her room, leaving Ava standing in the doorway. Ava quickly followed, closing the door behind her. "Mia, if something's wrong, you can tell me. I'm worried about you."
Ava's concern for Mia was genuine. She trailed behind Mia into the room, taking in the sight of the disarray and scattered alcohol bottles.
Mia perched on the edge of the bed, snatched a wine glass from the bedside table, and downed the remaining contents in one gulp.
"You're annoying. I already told you that I'm fine." Mia's demeanor had shifted drastically, her emotions as unpredictable as the weather.
Mia's harsh tone left Ava feeling anxious. She lowered her gaze, her fingers nervously clenching and unclenching. Just then, the shrill ring of a phone cut through the tension. Mia reached for the phone on the bedside table, glancing at the caller ID.
It was George.
