A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. Since you love showing off so much, let's make sure everyone gets a good look.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, Xavier was personally feeding Tilda seafood chowder, one spoonful at a time.
Suddenly, Tilda let out a little gasp, her voice laced with feigned concern.
"Xavier, where's Maggie? I haven't seen her all day. You don't think something happened to her, do you?"
Xavier froze. He pulled out his phone and dialed my number, again and again. No one picked up.
An unexplainable unease crept over him. Tilda, who had been watching his every reaction from the corner of her eye, felt a flash of jealousy. She spoke up again.
"Don't worry. Why don't you check with the rescue team first, see if there were any casualties that day?"
Xavier nodded and contacted the rescue team. After a round of questions, he learned there had been no casualties during the earthquake.
Tilda continued, her tone light and casual.
"Maggie's young. She probably just got caught up having fun somewhere."
Xavier's brow furrowed. Displeasure flickered across his face.