Seriously, they do look like them!” I remarked, pointing out the similarity.
Following my gaze, Christine burst into excitement, “Let’s hurry!”
She unbuckled her seat belt and dashed out of the car. I quickly followed, and
we both raced into the hotel lobby. But they were nowhere to be seen.
Left with no other option, we approached the hotel reception. With a charming
smile and a gentle voice, Christine inquired, “Hey there, about the couple that
just walked in, is there a big age difference between them?”
Her beauty and friendly demeanor made it easy for people to lower their
guard.
One of the younger receptionists almost spilled the beans. “Seems like quite
a bit…”
“What’s quite a bit? Maybe you don’t want your job anymore.” An experienced
receptionist quickly cut her off, “Sorry, but we cannot disclose any information
about our guests.”
“That old man might be my dad!” Christine quickly concocted a story, tears
welling in her eyes. “My mom stood by him through thick and thin, and now
that he’s made some money, he’s off keeping a young thing behind her back!”
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I was astonished at Christine’s ability to weave such a tale on the spot. The
younger receptionist, moved by anger, exclaimed, “Ah! That’s so wrong! What
a sleazebag!”
Realizing the need to switch tactics, Christine turned to the other receptionist,
pleading, “Please, just tell me. Were the man and woman who just walked in
named Albert Ferguson and Margaret?”
“No.” When hearing the names, the receptionist promptly responded, “You
can relax now. You must have mistaken it.”
It didn’t seem like a lie.
Christine glanced at me, and I shook my head, saying, “We couldn’t have
been mistaken.”
Although not the same as the one she had worn at the hospital earlier,
Margaret’s outfit was still familiar. And the eternal fashion sense of Albert was
unmistakable.
We could hardly be wrong about both of them.
They were officially father and daughter. Given Albert’s affection for Margaret,
they could readily concoct any excuse to clear their names and even turn the
tables on us unless they got caught in bed.
Once in the car, I dialed Kevin’s number, and he answered promptly, “Mrs.
Ferguson.”
I asked, “Kevin, are you at the hospital? Can you check if Margaret is there?”
“She’s not.” Kevin’s response was swift. “She left about an hour ago. Is
everything okay?”
“It’s fine, thanks.” Hanging up the phone, I was even more convinced. “We
weren’t mistaken. That was Margaret and Albert.”
Christine pondered. “So… do we wait here for them to come out?”
“No need.” I immediately dismissed the idea. “Let’s go have a drink instead.”
“Why?”
I had to admit they were cautious. No wonder their deep connection had
remained undiscovered