Kieran Janus had a beaming smile on his face, his expression filled with affection as he looked at his daughter.
Erin Janus happily bid him farewell: "Dad, Evan and I are heading to the hospital first!"
"Alright, alright."
With the driver behind the wheel, Sylvan Cheney and Erin Janus sat in the backseat.
Throughout the ride, Sylvan Cheney received several calls from clients, keeping him quite busy. He was not in the best condition, his eyes showing fatigue, burdened by a headache, and hadn't even had the chance to eat breakfast.
Every time he made a call, he would close his eyes and lean back against the seat, taking a moment's rest.
Erin Janus, on the other hand, was chattering incessantly: "Evan, Mrs. Jeremiah from Rich World came to our house last night and brought Little Sweetie a set of dresses and pieces of precious jewelry. Do you think their family wants something from ours?"
