"People are missing frequently near the end of high school. We always want clues to the deceased, but we don't want to see the desperate eyes of parents who find their children dead."
Hearing George's words, I curled up helplessly in the corner.
I thought, "Dad, no one will be desperate.
No one would care if I had died."
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?