Samuel frowned and said with concern, "Eleanor has been missing for so long. Why don't you call her and make sure she's okay?"
Saying this, George became impatient and frowned tightly once again.
"I was worried about these innocent and sensible children, but it would be better for her to die outside!"
George's eyes were filled with hatred for me.
His angry look turned gentle at the sight of the name displayed on his phone.
"Hello? Baby, did you miss me?"
At this moment, George had a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with kindness.
I didn't have to guess to know it was Jennifer calling.
He never showed me a smile.
At this moment, he kept caring about his adopted daughter.
"I've been working on a case lately, and it's been kind of a hassle, so I don't even have time to celebrate your birthday. Will it be okay if I make it up to you when this case is over?
"You should lock the doors and windows and eat on time when you're alone at home these days. I've already prepared your meals for the week and put them in the refrigerator before I left home, so remember to heat them up when you eat them.
"Also, you shouldn't go out these days. Now that it's a high incidence of missing girls on summer vacation, and I'm worried about it. If you really have to go out, just send me the location and license plate number of the taxi anytime, okay?"
I was just watching from the corner as George made no secret of his love for another person who was not related to him by blood.
He seemed to talk for a long time, so long that all I could see behind me was his mouth opening and closing, but I couldn't hear him.
The call was interrupted by the doorkeeper who walked in.
"George, here's a delivery for you.
"There's a bow on the outside, so it could be a small gift."
George frowned in confusion and took the delivery in his hand.
He tilted his head and put his cell phone between his ear and neck in surprise. "Jennifer, did you get me a present?
"Your health, safety and happiness are all I wish for."
He smiled as he said that and was ready to open the delivery.
My heart was beating ever faster as I looked at the box.
There were still dried blood stains on the bottom of the box.
I shuddered uncontrollably.
Jennifer, on the other side of the phone, however, said, "No, Dad, was it a present from Eleanor? I thought I saw her holding a box the other day, but she ignored me when I asked her."