Casey, seemingly oblivious to the tension, gently reminded him, “Davey, your phone fell."

Ignoring the fallen phone, Davey asked, "What did you just mention?"

“About what?" Still groggy, Casey pondered before responding, “My dad... Where are my parents? They're not here, are they?"

Davey's gaze grew icy as he scanned the room. It was a replica of her bedroom, which justified her confusion. "Casey, regarding your parents..."

Davey's attempt to explain was cut off by Casey's interruption.

"Could you get my mom? She's probably worried since I had been unconscious before..."

Davey remained silent, his dark eyes locked on her, filled with unsaid words. Pausing, he echoed her words, "Your mom is worried?"

“Yes, why? What's happening?"

"Casey..." Davey addressed her with a touch of coolness in his voice.

"Have you forgotten something important?"

Casey's eyes, large and bewildered, reflected her confusion. “What should I remember?"

Davey probed further, “Casey, how many years have you lived?"

“I'm 18, aren't I?"

Davey responded evenly, “And what about me?"

With a playful chuckle, Casey responded, “Isn't it obvious? You're 19, Davey, the finest protector of my family!"

Davey didn't utter a word in response.

Casey gave him an appraising look, teasing, "How long was my nap? You appear much older, almost like you're in your thirties. Maybe you should try some of my skincare products. It looks like the weather hasn't been kind to you."

Despite his rigorous fitness regimen and good appearance, Davey's appearance suggested he was in his thirties.

Casey, maintaining her youthful appearance without any aging signs, could easily pass for a woman in her thirties despite the years she had been asleep.

Davey's expression, a blend of light and shadow, was hard to read.