NovelEnglishRose frowned. “How could this be possible? She must be busy. Perhaps she’s in the bathroom.” Linda's expression changed. “Call her again!” “She’ll reply when she sees my missed call. What would we cacross as if we kept calling her? Remember what | told you yesterday — keep your cool!” Rose reminded wearily, making Linda speechless upon hearing that.
Look at the situation now! How can | keep my cool? She sat back on the couch exasperatedly and started doom-scrolling on social media.
Fifteen minutes later, there was still no reply.
“Shouldn't you call her again?” “Let's keep waiting.” Rose’s face darkened as she finally felt that something was off.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNevertheless, she tried to convince herself that Monica might actually be busy, so she decided to wait a bit longer.
An hour later, there was no reply to be seen. Finally, even Rose started fidgeting.
“Call her again, Mom!” With her brows locked tightly together, she picked up her phone and called Monica again.
The situation remained the s— no one picked up.
Linda blanched. “We're doomed. Completely doomed,” she repeated.
A severe expression flitted across Rose’s face. “I'll try calling her assistant.” This taround, the call was picked up in no time.
“Mrs. Benett, is there anything | can help you with?” With a smile, Rose replied amicably, “l would just like to ask about Monica's schedule today. What will she be up to?” The assistant paused for a moment before replying with a laugh. “I have no clue. Why don’t you give her a call? I'm running errands for Mrs. Wickam elsewhere, so I'm not in town.” Rose's brows were interlocked tightly as she felt the assistants hesitance.
Something's definitely fishy! Regardless, she was not in a position to comment on that. “Alright then. I'll call her myself. See you around,” she said with a perfunctory smile.
“Sure, Mrs. Benett.” As soon as Rose hung up, Linda spoke weakly with a pale face. “Mom... are we doomed?” Frowning, Rose said firmly, “No.” “What should we do now? What should we do?” Linda asked frantically.
Rose immediately made a decision. “Let's go to Wickam Residence.” Linda followed her footsteps without any hesitation. Both of them got into the car and headed to Wickam Residence.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAlong the way, they discussed what they should do when they arrived.
However, Rose was not as composed as she was before. After all, something was definitely off, seeing how Monica hadn't replied until now.
Right after they arrived at Wickam Residence, her phone suddenly rang.
The pair of mother and daughter looked at the phone, surprised to find it was from Monica.
Linda quickly said, “Pick up the call and tell her we are here now!” Rose ignored her suggestion and picked up the call with a smile, “Hi, Monica.” “Hey, Mrs. Benett. Sorry about the delay — | was playing tennis with my friends, so | wasn’t paying attention to my phone. What's up?” As soon as Rose heard the way Monica addressed her, she froze.
We have always been on a first-nbasis. Why is she being so distant? Trying to convince herself that she was just overthinking things, Rose asked, “You're playing tennis? Are you at hnow? | just arrived at your place with Linda.” In the past, Monica had taken a liking to Linda, treating her as her own daughter.
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