We talked for a short while before hanging up.
My throat hurt terribly, and it was dry and astringent.
Upon arriving home, I immediately drank water.
At this moment, my phone on the dining table began to vibrate.
I walked over and saw that it was a message from Oliver's mother, Lisha.
[Amelia, are you available tomorrow? I've prepared your favorite barbecued ribs and want to bring them to you tomorrow.]
I looked at her message, lost in thoughts.
Oliver's parents were very satisfied with me and treated me nicely.
But I was an outsider, after all.
When Oliver lost contact, I called Lisha.
She was furious and assured me that she would find him as soon as possible.
However, despite waiting for two days, all I received was a hesitant response from Lisha.
I knew at that moment that she was hiding something from me.
It turned out my guess was correct.
I took a deep breath and pretended not to see her message.
Unexpectedly, Lisha came to my company the following day.
She was holding a lovely lunch box in her hand.
As soon as she spotted me, a smile appeared on her face, and she hurriedly approached me.