Vera Warner didn't dare to linger. She quickly got dressed and, wincing in pain, went downstairs.
"Ian, you're here! Look at you, you shouldn't have. You brought so many things."
"I told you, you can just come by yourself next time. Really, this is making me feel a little embarrassed."
Vera said with a smile as she looked at the gifts Ian was carrying.
"It's nothing, it's nothing. It's the least I could do. It's the New Year, so I came to see you and bring some toys for the two little ones."
"By the way, are they out playing?"
"Yes, their grandpa took them out today. The three of them are practically inseparable now."
Ever since Luke and Zola came to the Morgan family, they had hit it off completely with Old Master Morgan. After all, who wouldn't want someone who takes you out for food and fun and never scolds you?
"Oh, I see. That's great."
"By the way, Vera, you don't look very comfortable. Are you sick?"
