He Can Barely See As Is
“But Dad, the lights were off. Why would Mr. Hilton be rummaging around in the darkness? He can barely see as it is,” Melody countered, her conviction unwavering. “I’m convinced it was a burglar, Dad. I want to call the police.”
Before Melody could take action, her dad intervened. “Mel, I don’t think you should do that,” he advised, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “I believe the Hiltons prefer to keep things quiet. They may not want the police involved. You know how much they value peace and tranquility.”