My Funeral Falls on My Mother's Death Anniversary

His daughter's name was clearly displayed on the screen of his cell phone.

He pressed the phone several times before it was connected.

A cheerful voice of a girl came from the other side. "Dad, the plane just landed. My cell phone ran out of battery, and I was afraid you'd be worried, so now I'm charging it at the store down the road."

The man helplessly held his cell phone in an instant, looking guilty.

"I'm glad you're alright. It's nice that you're fine, and I was almost scared to death."

With that, the man finally got relieved. With the strength regained in his body, he held onto the wall and walked out towards the door.

As the man left, he turned back toward the police officers and apologized.

"I'm really sorry. My wife has passed away a long time ago, and this is the only daughter I have left. She's the only support I have left to stay alive. I'm sorry for interrupting your work, and I'll leave now."

George looked at his departing back in thought.

"People are missing frequently near the end of high school. We always want clues to the deceased, but we don't want to see the desperate eyes of parents who find their children dead."

Hearing George's words, I curled up helplessly in the corner.

I thought, "Dad, no one will be desperate.

No one would care if I had died."

Samuel frowned and said with concern, "Eleanor has been missing for so long. Why don't you call her and make sure she's okay?"

Saying this, George became impatient and frowned tightly once again.

"I was worried about these innocent and sensible children, but it would be better for her to die outside!"

George's eyes were filled with hatred for me.

His angry look turned gentle at the sight of the name displayed on his phone.

"Hello? Baby, did you miss me?"

At this moment, George had a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with kindness.

I didn't have to guess to know it was Jennifer calling.

He never showed me a smile.

At this moment, he kept caring about his adopted daughter.

"I've been working on a case lately, and it's been kind of a hassle, so I don't even have time to celebrate your birthday. Will it be okay if I make it up to you when this case is over?

"You should lock the doors and windows and eat on time when you're alone at home these days. I've already prepared your meals for the week and put them in the refrigerator before I left home, so remember to heat them up when you eat them.

"Also, you shouldn't go out these days. Now that it's a high incidence of missing girls on summer vacation, and I'm worried about it. If you really have to go out, just send me the location and license plate number of the taxi anytime, okay?"

I was just watching from the corner as George made no secret of his love for another person who was not related to him by blood.

He seemed to talk for a long time, so long that all I could see behind me was his mouth opening and closing, but I couldn't hear him.

The call was interrupted by the doorkeeper who walked in.

"George, here's a delivery for you.

"There's a bow on the outside, so it could be a small gift."

George frowned in confusion and took the delivery in his hand.

He tilted his head and put his cell phone between his ear and neck in surprise. "Jennifer, did you get me a present?

"Your health, safety and happiness are all I wish for."

He smiled as he said that and was ready to open the delivery.

My heart was beating ever faster as I looked at the box.

There were still dried blood stains on the bottom of the box.

I shuddered uncontrollably.

Jennifer, on the other side of the phone, however, said, "No, Dad, was it a present from Eleanor? I thought I saw her holding a box the other day, but she ignored me when I asked her."

Hearing Jennifer's aggrieved voice, George instantly became indifferent, each wrinkle on his face tinged with anger.

Then, George slammed the delivery right off the table and onto the floor.

"How did she dare to ignore you? Shame on her! I'll scold her now!"

With that, George immediately hung up the phone and kicked the delivery to the side of the trash can.

Samuel entered with his lunch box and placed George's lunch on his desk.

"George, what's going on?"

George looked through it before he found my number.

"It's alright. I'm going to see what Eleanor wants."

He pressed the dialing button, but there was no answer after a long time.

George's patience was wearing thin.

The phone was automatically hung up with a no answer message.

Samuel looked at George's cell phone in confusion.

"Didn't Eleanor answer the phone? No way."

George said indifferently, "I think she's really out of her mind! She didn't even answer my calls, and she still had the nerve to send me a delivery, but I don't need her fake kindness!"

When he finished speaking, he bent down and was ready to throw the delivery into the trash can.

Samuel, however, caught a glimpse of dried blood at the bottom of the box.

He immediately shouted, "Wait! There's something wrong with this delivery."

As Samuel spoke, he picked up the craft knife from the table and walked vigilantly to the trash can.

He bent down and plunged the craft knife into the black tape.

My heart almost jumped out of my throat.

I thought, "Dad, you're about to find out.

I really didn't lie to you."