Hearing Jennifer's aggrieved voice, George instantly became indifferent, each wrinkle on his face tinged with anger.
Then, George slammed the delivery right off the table and onto the floor.
"How did she dare to ignore you? Shame on her! I'll scold her now!"
With that, George immediately hung up the phone and kicked the delivery to the side of the trash can.
Samuel entered with his lunch box and placed George's lunch on his desk.
"George, what's going on?"
George looked through it before he found my number.
"It's alright. I'm going to see what Eleanor wants."
He pressed the dialing button, but there was no answer after a long time.
George's patience was wearing thin.
The phone was automatically hung up with a no answer message.
Samuel looked at George's cell phone in confusion.
"Didn't Eleanor answer the phone? No way."
George said indifferently, "I think she's really out of her mind! She didn't even answer my calls, and she still had the nerve to send me a delivery, but I don't need her fake kindness!"
When he finished speaking, he bent down and was ready to throw the delivery into the trash can.
Samuel, however, caught a glimpse of dried blood at the bottom of the box.
He immediately shouted, "Wait! There's something wrong with this delivery."
As Samuel spoke, he picked up the craft knife from the table and walked vigilantly to the trash can.
He bent down and plunged the craft knife into the black tape.
My heart almost jumped out of my throat.
I thought, "Dad, you're about to find out.
I really didn't lie to you."
