She snatched the phone from my hand, trying to unlock it.
After several failed attempts, I casually reminded her, “The password is my birthday.”
Her expression faltered. She tried a few more times, only to be met with an error message each time.
Even in the cold weather, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Finally, she gave up, tossing the phone back to me.
“Whatever, I don’t care.”
My birthday had passed just a few days ago. Her indifference was nothing new.
At that moment, Ayden spoke up with feigned curiosity.
“Hey, Minton, what’s with the suitcase? Are you going somewhere?”
Valerie’s eyes widened in realization, and she stared at me.
“Are you planning to run away?”
Before I could reply, she lunged for the bag slung over my shoulder.
“No, I’m not,” I said flatly. Leaving wasn’t an option until three days later.
Despite my denial, she clung to the bag as if her life depended on it, trying to stop me.
During the scuffle, the bag slipped from my grasp, spilling its contents onto the floor.
Among the scattered items was the transfer document.
Valerie froze, her movements halted as she bent down to pick it up.