I was quite relieved and asked, "Tell me what your favorite food is and I'll bring some more for you later."
"I'm fine with anything. I'm not a picky eater.”
After a pause, Susan continued, "But don't bring too much because I can’t finish everything all by myself. It'll be a waste if they go bad."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, I looked around the kitchen but could not find a takeout container.
I walked to the kitchen door and shouted outside the villa, "Can you come here for a moment, Theo?"
After shouting, I continued to look for a takeout container.
The sound of footsteps was heard and I asked, "Theo, d o we have takeout containers at home? I’m going to pack the food now so you can send them to Susan when I'm done."
I did not get a response for a long time and looked up curiously.
I was stunned to see that it was Petra.
She took out the takeout container from the cabinet, and a look of surprise emerged on my face. She looked
at me and said, "There are a few takeout containers here. Do you think they're en—"
When she saw me looking at her with a puzzled expression, the smile on her face turned stiff. Her countenance was a little awkward. "Theo and your... dad went for a walk together."
I nodded and took the containers from her, saying blandly, "Thanks."
"Can I help you with anything?" She stood beside me, asking.
I shook my head, saying a little indifferently, "No, thank you."
My overly distant tone silenced her.
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