NovelBookChapter 406 Grandma always worried about how hard they worked, so she usually prepared hearty meals for them-rich, comforting dishes meant to fill them up after a long day. But after a while, even the best comfort food can start to feel heavy.
That's why, every now and then, switching things up with a lighter meal was a welcchange, and Lyman actually enjoyed it.
He said, "Next tI know Grandma's out at church for prayers, I'll get hearly and cook dinner." Effie replied, "No worries. If you're free, you cook; if I'm free, I'll cook. No need to make it anyone's job." "Alright," Lyman agreed.
"This is really good," he said to Effie with a smile.
Effie knew her own cooking skills and felt a little embarrassed. "This is about as good as I get, but if you actually like my food, I'll try to learn more." Lyman shook his head. "You don't have to. It's already great. Everyone has things they're good at. You don't have to be perfect at everything." Effie nodded. "Mm." When they finished eating, Lyman started clearing the plates.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I'll do it," Effie offered.
"Nope. You cooked, so lethandle the dishes. Besides, it's just loading the dishwasher-won't take long." Effie smiled. "Alright, then I'll pick out a documentary for us to watch together." "Sounds good." If Grandma had been home, she wouldn't have let them use the dishwasher. Like many older folks, she was used to being frugal-doing things the hard way, almost like making life difficult for herself on purpose.
While Lyman took care of the dishes, Effie began browsing for something to watch.
"What should we watch?" she muttered to herself.
Suddenly, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen-Grandma was calling.
Effie answered instantly, not suspecting a thing. "Grandma, you're still up?" Grandma was always an early sleeper and an early riser; it was a habit she'd kept for years.
But instead of Grandma's familiar voice, there was only the sound of strange, heavy breathing. Effie frowned, thinking she must have misread the caller ID. Just as she was about to ask again, a.
chillingly familiar voice cameget through the line. "Effie. It's me." She froze, grip tightening around her phone.
Before she could speak, Mitchell continued, "You're a smart woman. I'm sure you've figured out by now-your grandmother is with me." "What do you want?" Effie's words cout through gritted teeth.
Mitchell's answer was disturbingly light. "Lyman's with you, isn't he?" Effie said nothing, but her silence was answer enough.
Mitchell went on, "Right now, you're going to walk out the door. I'lltext" you an address. Calone. Don't say a word to anyone."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe paused, his tone turning cold.
"You know, older people are so om fragile. A little slip, an accident, a sudden pain... You wouldn't want your grandmother to get hurt, would you?" Effie's jaw clenched. "Fine."
"You know what I want. Helpsmooth things over tonight-get my business back on track and your achon track grandmother won't be harmed. But if you tryto play tough or call the police, I can't guarantee her safety. Do you e understand?" If anger could kill, Mitchell would have been torn apart by now.
"I understand," Effie replied, voice icy.
She didn't hang up. Grabbing her phone and keys, she headed for the door.
"Babe, Nita called-she needs to seeabout something. I'm heading out for a bit," she called to Lyman in the kitchen.
"Wantto drive you?" Lyman called back.
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