My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 383: Tense Expressions

But the best guest room was directly above Jared’s bedroom.

"Alright, let’s have some food first. I didn’t eat anything before rushing back," Titus said, carrying Timmy to the dining table.

He paused midway, "Sister-in-law, you haven’t eaten yet, right? Why don’t you join us for a bit?"

"No need, I’m not hungry," Melody Thorne said as she walked upstairs, but worried about Timmy, she hesitated and walked back, "Never mind, I’ll eat something. It saves the housekeeper from having to reheat it later."

Melody sat down and immediately pulled Timmy close to her, silently eating her meal.

"Here, Timmy, have some of this," Titus offered Timmy some meat, his gentle gaze filled with affection.

"Thank you, Uncle," Timmy obediently ate the dish Titus had given him.

"Sister-in-law," Titus tried to place some food in Melody Thorne’s bowl.

"I don’t like eating food others pick for me," Melody declined coldly without looking up, her tone stiff with her inability to hold back her emotions.

Titus retracted his chopsticks to his own bowl without saying more.

After the meal, Melody Thorne immediately took Timmy upstairs and locked the door of Timmy’s bedroom from the inside.

The series of actions made Timmy look at her curiously, "Why do we have to lock the door in our own house?"

He still didn’t know that his father had disappeared.

"What if someone around us wants to harm us?" Melody didn’t mention names, "Keeping the door closed will make it a bit safer."

Timmy looked seriously at Melody, "With my baby-level intelligence, I think the more dangerous the place, the more we should act like good babies. If others think we are well-behaved, they won’t guard against us as much. On the contrary, if we act aggressively, we’ll definitely be the first to get taken out."

Melody Thorne "..."

Her intelligence must have been eaten by a dog in her anxiety, having to be taught by Timmy.

"Alright, I’m joking. Let’s sleep," Melody Thorne reached out to ruffle his little head.

"Okay, tell a story," Timmy held out a storybook expectantly towards her.

Melody told four or five stories in a row before Timmy finally fell asleep, but she couldn’t fall asleep at all.

Melody took out her phone, staring blankly at Jared’s number. She typed a message, deleted it, typed it again and deleted, finally succumbed to drowsiness, eyes closing, and she didn’t even know what message she sent before dozing off...

In the middle of the night, she heard a lot of footsteps heading upstairs, waking her. She plugged ear muffs into Timmy’s ears and then opened the door.

She saw people going up and down the stairs, appearing nervous.

Melody’s lips tightened as she walked upstairs, curious to see what Titus was up to.

With Harold’s people around, he should be cautious, shouldn’t he?

Standing at Titus’s door, she overheard the conversation inside,

"We’ve searched almost everywhere in Crestfall, but given our limited manpower, we haven’t been able to search accurately. It might take a few more days to find him."

"Which places haven’t been searched accurately yet?" Titus stood up, his fists clenching tightly, veins bulging on his arms, struggling to maintain control, even though all the plans seemed flawless,