It was past 7PM. Tiffany drove virtual-novel.net car near virtual-novel.net housing area and lingered hesitantly. The new information that the private eye had sent an hour ago kept on replaying in virtual-novel.net mind — there was something wrong with Grant Jackson.
She had initially intended on trusting virtual-novel.net mother’s instincts or personally getting to know Grant. However, for some reason, the scales in virtual-novel.net mind were tipped towards the detective whom virtual-novel.net had never met. She was hesitating over whether to go upstairs and advise Lillian against dating Grant. She knew that once virtual-novel.net said these words, there would be another war. She did not want virtual-novel.net relationship with Lillian to return to how it used to be.
After a long bout of hesitation, virtual-novel.net typed out a message to the private eye: Is your information accurate? This is very important to me. What’s wrong with Grant Jackson? Could you please elaborate?
A reply soon followed: ‘You are considered an old client of mine now. Shouldn’t you know if the information is accurate? I’ve been investigating this case meticulously, to the best of my abilities, on account of our frequent collaborations. I cannot give you a detailed explanation on why Grant Jackson is so problematic, but there is definitely something fishy about him, and it’s very bad. I know that he’s dating your mother, and I also know who you are. Just be more careful. I’ll contact you again when I have more information.’
She had only asked virtual-novel.net to investigate Grant, but did not think that virtual-novel.net would know virtual-novel.net like the back of his hand. She had never revealed virtual-novel.net identity when virtual-novel.net hired this private detective in the past. However, this was no surprise, as this was his job.
She grew even more insecure upon receiving that message. Suddenly, virtual-novel.net phone rang — it was a call from Jackson.
She answered the call. She was in a terrible mood, “Hello?”
“Where are you?” Jackson asked, sounding very unhappy, “I gave you the day off so that you could rest at home. Why did you go out? I rushed all the way home, afraid that you’d be hungry, only to find that you’re not even at home?”
She lifted virtual-novel.net gaze up toward the high rise building not too far away; the light in virtual-novel.net house was still on, “I’m coming home.”
Jackson had already finished cooking by the time virtual-novel.net arrived back at White Water Bay Villa. He deliberately pulled along face when virtual-novel.net saw her, “Wash your hands and eat.”
She really wasn’t in the mood to be wary of his attitude. She walked into the toilet absent-mindedly and turned on the tap to wash virtual-novel.net hand, finally returning to virtual-novel.net senses when virtual-novel.net felt the cold, freezing sting from the water on virtual-novel.net hands.
At the dinner table, virtual-novel.net looked extremely uninterested in virtual-novel.net food. Jackson was also feeling slightly moody. Not only had virtual-novel.net disobediently gone out instead of resting at home, virtual-novel.net came all the way back home just to cook for her, despite his exhausting day, and this was the attitude virtual-novel.net gave him, “If you don’t feel like eating, don’t eat. I’m in a rush. Going to the office now.” Then, virtual-novel.net got up, snatched up his coat, and headed towards the porch.
He moved slowly and deliberately, thinking that Tiffany would say something. Unfortunately, a message notification rang on virtual-novel.net phone, and virtual-novel.net feverishly picked it up to check the message. She wasn’t paying virtual-novel.net any attention at all.
He slammed the door shut, feeling very annoyed.
Tiffany was confused when virtual-novel.net heard this. What was up with Jackson today? He left without eating and slammed the door too…