assistirfilmes Chapter 025 Had Betty tried to call?
Chapter 025 Had Betty tried to call?
What should have been a nice dinner, which I had put a lot of effort into, now tasted bland to Betty and me. Michael, blissfully unaware, was happily munching away.
Betty kept piling food onto his plate, never once glancing my way. I could only sigh helplessly in my heart, having never been at odds with Betty like this before.
Betty took her time eating, but she didn't eat much; she was mostly just keeping Michael company. Once Michael was done, Betty also put down her fork.
At the dinner table, with Michael there, I couldn't explain things to Betty—some things are best not discussed in front of kids. After dinner, Betty started cleaning up, and I went back to the bedroom to wait for her, hoping to have a good talk and clear things up.
But once the kitchen noises stopped, I heard Michael's room door open and close. My heart skipped a beat. I opened the bedroom door and saw that Betty was no longer in the living room or kitchen; clearly, she had gone to Michael's room.
Feeling suffocated inside, I couldn't hold back any longer. I walked towards Michael's room door.
"Click..." I set aside my pride and opened the door, finding Michael doing his homework and Betty helping him.
"Can we talk in our room?" I asked directly.
"Don't disturb the child doing his homework..." As soon as I finished speaking, she stood up, came to the door, and closed it in front of me, cutting off my view of her and Michael.
I could only dejectedly return to my own bedroom, waiting. Michael couldn't possibly do homework forever.
As time ticked by, it was well past our usual bedtime. I couldn't sit still any longer. I stepped out of the bedroom, only to see that Michael's room was dark; the light had been turned off long ago.
A pang of sadness hit me. I hurried over and once again placed my hand on the doorknob.
Annoyed, I tossed the phone onto the desk and turned on my computer to distract myself with work.
I am a workaholic, able to forget everything when immersed in work. While working, I needed to copy some files and reached into my briefcase for a USB drive.
That's when I accidentally pulled out the memory cards from the home security cameras I had set up before my trip. After tonight's mix-up, I decided there was no need to check the footage anymore. I placed the USB drive and memory cards on the desk.
Finally finishing my work, it was now midnight. I stretched, worn out.
With no work left to distract me, my worries returned. Had Betty tried to call?
Did she worry about me at all?
Unfortunately, with my phone dead, there was no way to know.
At that moment, sleep was the furthest thing from my mind as my gaze fixed on those memory cards.
A flicker of realization shot through my brain. I recalled the change in Betty's tone during our phone conversations while I was away on business.
Initially, I hadn't thought much of it, but my reporter's instincts couldn't ignore that there was something off.
Given the mix-up earlier tonight, could there be some clues in the surveillance footage? I pulled out the card reader and began transferring the videos from the memory cards to my computer.
Once the transfer was complete, I fired up my video software and opened all the files, setting them to synchronize based on the timestamps. This way, the footage from different cameras began to play in sync on my screen.