"..." Shirley Turner immediately fell silent, her face looking rather unpleasant.
Mason Miller grew impatient: "It’s freezing out here, do you really need to chat by the roadside? Let’s go, get in the car first."
Before he finished speaking, he stepped forward to pull open my car door.
"Lily, open the door!" He looked at me without even calling me "sister."
I smiled and said, "No rush, let’s wait a bit."
Mason Miller was bewildered and looked back at his parents.
Jason Miller finally spoke, saying his first words upon seeing me, "Lily, did you come specifically to mess with me?"
I replied bluntly, "Kind of, I wanted to see how miserable you look, then tell Mom about it and make her happy over there."
Jason Miller’s face turned ashen with anger. He said harshly, "Let’s go! Ignore her! We’ll take a cab ourselves!"
He grabbed Shirley Turner’s arm and turned to leave.
Watching his seemingly heavy steps, I knew he really wasn’t well. I loudly reminded, "If you leave, don’t ask me for money to treat your illness."
Shirley Turner immediately held him back.
"Bear with it, your life is at stake!" Shirley Turner persuaded in a low voice.
Jason Miller gritted his teeth and said, "She’s just kicking us when we’re down, can’t you see?"
Shirley Turner continued to persuade: "Then let her kick us when we’re down, as long as she agrees to give us money."
Jason Miller, angry, retorted: "I’ll ask Evelyn then, I don’t believe she would leave her own brother to die!"
Shirley Turner sneered, "Forget it, none of you Millers have a conscience. I’ve been there a few times, and she only gave me a few thousand, treating me like a beggar. Your brother-in-law and nephew nearly laid hands on me."
They spoke in low voices and were a bit away from me, but I have good hearing and caught it all.
No wonder Shirley Turner stopped going to Evelyn, clinging to me instead.
Turns out she was threatened over there and didn’t dare to go anymore.
I chuckled, thinking about how my way of tormenting them was no less than getting punched over there, I felt immensely pleased.
While they were still mumbling without reaching any conclusion, the Uber I called arrived.
"Okay, get in the car." I called out through the window.
Shirley Turner turned back to look at me, displeased, "Get in which car? Lily, what’s your point?"
Just as I was about to answer, my phone suddenly rang.
Scanned the screen, it was Daniel Carter calling!
He disappeared last night after our "cold war," I thought he wouldn’t contact me for a few days, yet here he was, calling suddenly.
I hesitated a bit, but still picked up the phone: "Hello..."
Daniel’s voice was hoarse, with a hint of drowsiness, he asked, "Lily, are you still at home? I’ll come to pick you up in an hour."
"Pick me up?" I was puzzled, "Weren’t you ignoring me? Why are you picking me up now?"
"Who said I was ignoring you?"
"I—" I was about to answer when a honk came from the back, reminding me that the Uber was still waiting, so I quickly leaned out the window.
"You all get in that white car behind," I pointed back with a sarcastic tone, "I called a car just for you guys, you don’t even have to pay, isn’t that filial enough?"
Shirley Turner looked at me with a strange expression, "Why did you call another car?"
Mason Miller asked discontentedly, "Are you looking down on us? Not even letting us ride with you."
"No, I’m just afraid you’ll gang up on me, I can’t take you all on alone." I answered half-jokingly, genuinely feeling disdain, but also being cautious.
The call wasn’t disconnected yet, and Daniel, hearing me talk, curiously asked, "Who are you with? Are you going out again?"
"Yes, there’s a bit of family stuff, I can’t go to Carter Manor with you today, anyway..."
I was just about to apologize, but Daniel cut me off, "Lily, can’t you learn to notify me before you make plans? We originally agreed I’d pick you up this weekend to go to Carter Manor."
I took a deep breath, calmly explaining: "I called you last night, but you never got back to me. I also sent you a WeChat this morning, and you still didn’t reply..."
"Sorry, I had a social event last night, got drunk, just woke up and saw your WeChat, called back immediately—"
"..." My mouth paused, suddenly at a loss for words.
Turns out he was drunk, no wonder his voice sounded hoarse and groggy.
With a "ding," the Uber signaled and changed lanes, I had to make it short: "But I really can’t spare time to come over today, if you think it’s necessary, maybe tomorrow."
I started my car, following the Uber’s route.
After a moment’s silence, Daniel’s voice, now filled with tenderness, returned, "Lily, are you upset?"
I pressed my lips together, suddenly feeling aggrieved.
Since I had to drive, I forcibly suppressed my emotions, but answered truthfully: "A bit... I know you were mad yesterday too, when you didn’t return my calls, I thought—" The most update n0vels are published on Nove1Fire.net
I didn’t finish my sentence.
"Thought what? That I was ignoring you?"
"I thought you wanted to break up."
"Silly, how could I? I worked so hard to win you over, how could I easily break up with you?"
Once again, I pressed my lips together and said nothing.
After a few seconds of silence on the other end, he spoke again, "Are you out now?"
"Then drive safely, let me know when you’re done, I’ll come find you."
I felt a slight pinch in my nose, but quickly regained control.
Knowing we had issues and should talk them through, I didn’t refuse, "Okay, I’ll call you when I’m done."
After hanging up the call, I suddenly felt much lighter.
What a big misunderstanding!
I knew he was busy yesterday afternoon; William Harris’s secretary had told me he was accompanying some important officials for an inspection. After that, there would surely be social events.
But what I didn’t expect was that he would get drunk and forget to return my call until seeing my WeChat this morning.
Even though I knew the reason, I still had some doubts.
Given his usual attitude towards me, if he knew I called and couldn’t reach him, he would definitely have called back to me as soon as possible, even if just for a brief explanation.
Even if the setting wasn’t suitable for calling, he would have at least sent me a WeChat message.
Instead, there wasn’t a word from him all night, and he didn’t call me until almost noon the next day.
I wasn’t sure if I was being too sensitive or if he really didn’t want to contact me at first last night, planning to leave me hanging, but then forgot because he got drunk on a social event.
Relationships can make one think too much, leading to emotional exhaustion.
At this moment, I regretted accepting his pursuit.
Maybe it would have been better if we just stayed friends, we could have been lifetime confidants or simply forgotten about each other.
Both were better than the current situation of constant anxiety and insecurity.
Suddenly, my phone rang again, pulling me out of my chaotic thoughts.
It was Shirley Turner calling.
Oh, I didn’t need to pick up to know what she wanted to say.
"Lily, why are you taking us to the cemetery? Your dad is sick, not dead. You need to take us to the hospital, not the graveyard!"
Shirley Turner was angry, apparently realizing the Uber’s route was wrong, and after asking the driver, she knew the destination.
I calmly said, "First to the cemetery, then to the hospital."