I saw Keith getting angry because he couldn't find me, and he called Dale again and again, and the busy tone almost made him smash his phone.
Finally, when Keith made the twentieth call, Dale answered.
"You saw Estelle, right? Why didn't you bring her out?"
"She will be fine. Maybe she's hiding and playing with you. She loves these boring games."
Dale sneered. My death became a joke in his mouth.
At that time, I had a heart attack, and the first time I called him to beg him to take me to the hospital, he ignored me, saying that I lied about having heart disease.
He came back the next day. It was Keith who took me to the hospital to get the medicine, and thanks to him, I recovered.
But Dale had no idea. He sneered at me for lying and deceiving him, and he still believed so until now.
Keith's voice, filled with a hint of anger, interrupted my thoughts.
"Games? Dale, Estelle is buried in the snow while pregnant. Would she joke about this with you?"
"Enough. Keith, maybe Estelle has already walked out of the snow."
Dale's indifferent tone shocked me. It turned out that my years of efforts were nothing in his eyes.
"Don't call me if there's nothing important."