"Be careful out there," Betty repeated as she saw off, her voice tinged with concern.
"I'll call you every night as usual, and if you can't answer, at least send a text to let know you're safe..."
"Goodbye, Dad..." Michael added, his voice soft and obedient.
I managed to keep a calm expression, reassured by Michael's deanor, but as the door shut behind , a deep regret gnawed at .
If only I had known what would unfold later, I would never have left.
The door closed with a definitive click, and the silence that followed was stark.
Betty stood there, a picture of longing and sorrow, seemingly forgetting that Michael was still by her side.
Unbeknownst to Betty, Michael was right behind her, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes reflecting a mix of infatuation and reminiscence.
"Ah... sorry, Michael..." Betty finally snapped out of her reverie.
As she turned to head back to the living room, she forgot Michael was right behind her.
In her turn, her chest, firm and full, brushed against Michael's arm and chest, finally resting against him.
They found themselves face to face.
Betty stepped back quickly, her cheeks flushing as she stamred an apology.
The two had always maintained their roles, never stepping beyond the boundaries of mother and son.
Yet, with the husband just out the door, their unintentional close contact seed almost too coincidental.
Was this a sign of sothing more?
Betty's apology, though, was expected since Michael hadn't moved; it was she who had turned into him.
"Oh... Mom, why apologize? What happened?" Michael's voice was innocent, his earlier look of desire now gone, replaced by feigned ignorance.
As Betty's breast brushed against him, he remained unflustered.
When she apologized, he pretended not to understand, sparing them both from further embarrassnt.
"Oh, it's nothing... By the way, can you bring out your laundry? I'll wash yours and your dad's clothes today..." Betty said, grateful yet relieved by Michael's mature handling of the situation.
Perhaps discussing chores was her way of alleviating the awkwardness of being alone with him.
"Okay..." Michael agreed and headed to his room, while Betty, her cheeks still warm, went to the bathroom to start the washing machine.
Inside the bathroom, Betty turned on the washer and touched her flushed cheeks, reflecting on the incident.
Under normal circumstances, such an encounter between a mother and son might not an much.
However, their relationship was anything but normal.
They were not related by blood and had shared intimate monts that crossed the lines of conventional mother-son dynamics.
Though they acted nonchalantly, the mories and feelings lingered, making their interactions sowhat strained.
With away, they would be alone together in the house for over twenty days.
The thought of what could happen in my absence, with just the two of them together, filled with an unsettling mix of dread and regret.
Given their past sexual history, the likelihood of Betty and Michael crossing that line again was clear to anyone.
Unfortunately, at the ti, I placed too much trust in both of them and overestimated my own judgnt.
If only I had the insight I have now, the events that unfolded later might have been prevented.
Betty, standing by the washing machine, was trying to calm her inner turmoil.
She knew what the next twenty days might bring and felt a mix of confusion and panic about how to interact with Michael without sending the wrong signals or losing her composure.
anwhile, Michael, after entering his room and closing the door, smiled slightly and then stood still, eyes closed as if savoring sothing.
I realized he was preparing to enjoy the next twenty days alone with Betty, relishing the thrill and pleasure that their isolation might bring.
What puzzled was why Michael never showed these signs when I was around.
He never dared to reveal that infatuated look behind Betty's back, but now that I was gone, why did he feel free to express these emotions?
I couldn't help but wonder if Michael had taken acting classes in Singapore, a skill I certainly didn't possess.
There was sothing odd that I couldn't quite pinpoint.
When I was ho, Michael never showed any signs of this behavior, even in his own bedroom.
But once I left, it seed he dropped all pretense, as if... as if he knew sothing.
Surveillance?
Even if he knew about the surveillance, it didn't make sense for him to act this way.
Wasn't he afraid I might see sothing?
Instead of undressing, Michael pulled a small device from his luggage, resembling a set-top box with what looked like a mini radar on it.
After assembling it, Michael turned on the device and connected it to the power supply.
It seed to be so sort of signal receiver or sothing similar.
He then plugged an Ethernet cable into our ho network port.
What was he up to?
I quickly took a screenshot of the device and transferred it to my phone.
I paused the footage and called over the head of security.
"This is a signal jamming and interference system, quite advanced and foreign-made. It can disrupt cell phones, WiFi, and other wireless signals. Connected to an Ethernet, it can also interfere with broadband signals and even steal data transmitted over the network it's connected to. It can detect wireless and network signals within a fifty-ter radius. "
"Although it's not as sophisticated as military espionage equipnt, it's quite effective for general security and hacking purposes. But to , it's child's play, hardly impressive," the security chief explained after a brief glance, then elaborated on its functions, most of which went over my head.
After dismissing the security chief, I continued to watch the surveillance footage.
Michael connected the device to the Ethernet, then hooked up another cable from the device to his laptop and began manipulating so systems.
After setting up his device, Michael stretched lazily, his deanor instantly relaxing.
He scanned the corners of his room and smirked disdainfully, as if he had transford into soone else entirely, his body visibly relaxing.
From the security chief's explanation, I understood that Michael had likely been checking for wireless surveillance devices around the house, which explained his cautious behavior.
Once he connected his device, he confird the presence of surveillance and used his equipnt to disable all monitoring systems with ease, simply by injecting a few viruses.
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