Melissa returned after making the soup.
Seeing her father lying in the hospital bed, she poured the soup into a bowl. She then scooped up a spoonful, blew on it gently, and brought it to his lips. “Dad, it’s time for your soup.”
He didn't respond. Melissa called out again, softly, “Dad?”
“Ah, yes! Yes!”
Thomas, who had been lost in thought, finally snapped out of it, his voice tight with anxiety.
But the panic on his face was too obvious for his daughter to miss.
“What’s wrong?”
Melissa frowned, a feeling growing that her father was hiding something from her.
“No, nothing… Don’t overthink it…”
Mr. Carter’s eyes darted away. Faced with his daughter's questioning, he felt too guilty to look her in the eye.
“No, you are definitely hiding something from me!”
If she had only been suspicious before, Mr. Carter’s reaction confirmed it.
She put down the soup and glanced around, her eyes landing on her phone, which was charging on the nightstand. She noticed it was in a slightly different position than how she usually left it.
Melissa was a little obsessive about things like that. When charging her phone, she always left the cable connector hanging slightly off the edge. Now, the phone was sitting flat on the nightstand.
“Did you touch my phone?!”
Spotting the discrepancy, Melissa quickly grabbed her phone to check. She found a two-minute call to Evan in her call history from half an hour ago.
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