That's when it hit me. Last time, it was when I left to buy groceries that she made her move. She cried and claimed I used the chance to contact the kidnappers. And sure enough, my phone had some mysterious call logs that no one could explain.
This time, I pulled out my phone and opened the delivery app.
“It’s raining outside, Mom. I’ll just have the groceries delivered.”
I saw the flicker of disappointment in my daughter’s eyes. Her lips pressed into a tight line, and she said nothing.
Seeing that, I smirked inwardly as I thought, 'No Italian Tripe Soup. No going out. Let’s see how she plans to pin it on me now.'
Garth's POV
That evening, Naomi returned home from her competition out of town. So, the whole family gathered around the dinner table, chatting and laughing over a homemade meal.
Naomi complimented my cooking, and even my in-laws couldn’t stop singing my praises.
But I wasn’t smiling.
While everyone was relaxed and enjoying themselves, I noticed something off—my daughter kept glancing around, her eyes darting as if she was plotting something.