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Chapter 8 I Wish It Was A Dream
Queenie lowered her head and clutched the shopping bag she had just bought with both hands. Her mind was in turmoil as she thought about various things.
Timothy called the driver to drive the car out of the basement and park it at the nearest exit to them. The two of them got into the car one after the other. Queenie watched as Timothy helped her carry her things and open the door along the way and then arranged her schedule in the afternoon when she got home. He even paid the cable bill, which hadn't been paid for a long time, and used the remote control to turn on the TV and change it to her favorite idol drama channel.
The more thoughtful, thorough, and attentive he was, the more certain Queenie became of that suspicion. Finally, as Timothy was packing everything up and picking up his briefcase to go out, Queenie stood behind him and asked in a deep voice, "Timothy Carter, where are my parents?"
Timothy stopped putting on his shoes and turned to look at her. He saw that Queenie's face was solemn and her eyes were deep as if she had guessed something. Her whole body was tense like she was both on the defensive and on the offensive. It seemed like she would immediately expose him if he dared to lie.
He frowned and was suffering. He knew that he shouldn't keep it from her, but she just arrived in a world that was new to her and he didn't want to tell her the bad news so soon. He hoped to tell her after a break so that perhaps she would suffer less.
But now he knew he couldn't keep it to her any longer. This clever woman already figured it out.
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