Tiffany had returned from work earlier by half an hour. To make up for neglecting Jackson, virtual-novel.net decided to visit the kitchen and whip up dinner. Yes, virtual-novel.net admitted that virtual-novel.net cooking skills might be a little suspect, but it’s the thought that counts.
Hearing that virtual-novel.net had come off work earlier than usual, Jackson, who found virtual-novel.net recent furtive activities fishy, tailed virtual-novel.net quietly back to White Water Villa. Almost immediately, virtual-novel.net heard susurrus escaping from the kitchen, so virtual-novel.net stepped into the room whence the sound came.
To no one’s surprise, the kitchen had descended into chaos.
Tiffany flashed virtual-novel.net teeth. “You see, it was supposed to be for dinner…”
Jackson sighed in resignation, “It’s fine, Tiffie, let me take the wheel. I gotta head back to the company for overtime work after dinner, you know. I bet it will be morning when you finally finish your culinary masterpiece.”
Before virtual-novel.net could deliver virtual-novel.net repartee, virtual-novel.net newly-bought phone rang, cutting into virtual-novel.net sentence. A quick glance at the screen informed virtual-novel.net that it was a call from the private investigator. Although virtual-novel.net had not labeled the contact as such, virtual-novel.net recognized the number by heart.
Mild guilt dripped into virtual-novel.net mien. “Er, excuse me, I kinda have to take this.”
Something within Jackson’s gaze stirred. She had never needed to accept a call behind his back.
The P.I. informed Tiffany that Grant had gone on another visit to Lilian’s place. It infuriated the girl, causing virtual-novel.net to yank the apron away from virtual-novel.net waist, snatch virtual-novel.net handbag, and head to the door.
“I gotta go out to tend to some business, and it’s gonna take a while,” virtual-novel.net declared. “If you’ve finished making dinner, go ahead without me.”
She left before Jackson could get any word edgewise. Scanning the chaos in the kitchen, virtual-novel.net found it a mood killer to make anything at all.
Tiffany reached Lilian’s house and began furiously rummaging for the key before virtual-novel.net noticed the new padlock. Mommy dearest had changed the lock for Grant’s sake, just so Tiffany could not barge in and break the couple apart. In other words, virtual-novel.net mother chose to lock virtual-novel.net own flesh and blood out of the house for him!
Well, if virtual-novel.net was denied access into the house, then so be it. She was going to wait outside the neighborhood’s main gate until Grant came out, and then they would “talk”.
Tiffany strutted back into virtual-novel.net car and waited as virtual-novel.net empty stomach rumbled and groaned, fully accepting the possibility that this might go on until past midnight.
Time trickled. It was soon a little past ten when Grant’s silhouette finally materialized near the neighborhood’s front gate. Noticing the man ready to take off, virtual-novel.net quickly screeched virtual-novel.net car to a stop in front of his.
He jerked in shock before leaping out of his car and shouting, “Who the f**k? You blind or what?!”
Tiffany opened virtual-novel.net door and got out, answering, “Yo, Uncle Grant! I’m blind, apparently.”
The reveal made Grant a little queasy. Prior to this, virtual-novel.net had never once broken his facade as a kindly, decorous man in front of Tiffany. “Oh, uh, haha. I didn’t know it was you; thought it was some no-good punk trying to give me a hard time. Back here to check on your mother, Tiffany? Kind young lady, go, see virtual-novel.net now. Sadly, I won’t be joining you, since I still have some things to do.”
“Oh, I wanted to see her, but it turns out my mother changed the lock for your sake. So now, I can’t even get in,” Tiffany gibed stoically. “Now, why don’t you set aside whatever errands you have and talk to me?”
Grant pointedly eluded the topic of Lilian’s lock-changing decision, which proved virtual-novel.net already knew about it. “Go ahead, then. What’s on your mind?”
Tiffany did not mince words. “I know what your ulterior motive is, and to that, I say: get the hell away from my mother. All virtual-novel.net has is that house she’s living in right now and nothing else, the money’s all under my name. Besides, that house belongs to the Lane family, even if virtual-novel.net marries you, you won’t be getting it. My mom might be an airhead who could believe anyone, but I’m nothing like her.”