"Drink slowly, drink slowly, careful not to choke. If you like it, there's plenty more in the kitchen, I can have someone get more for you." Lady White said considerately, patting her back.
Suddenly, Zoe Yale's entire face turned red with embarrassment, feeling inexplicably guilty when she saw Lady White, who was eagerly waiting to have a grandson.
She and Charles White were just fake boyfriend and girlfriend, no matter how hard they tried, there wouldn't be a baby...
"Young Master." The butler's respectful voice suddenly sounded.
Zoe Yale looked towards the restaurant's entrance, where the handsome figure of Charles White stood by the door. He was dressed casually in at-home clothes, hands in his pockets, leisurely walking into the restaurant.
He walked up to Lady White and placed his hand on her wheelchair.
"Mom, is your health any better?"
