"What are you looking at?"
Waylon Lewis had a servant pour him a glass of cold water and drank it leisurely.
Willow asked angrily, "Stinky Daddy, why did you lock us out again?"
Waylon took a sip of water, indifferent, "That's my room, I lock it if I want to."
Luke snorted, "Hmph, where's Mommy?"
"She's tired, sleeping."
The old man sitting in the main seat asked with concern, "Is Little Hope going to sleep at this time? Dinner hasn't been served yet. Is she feeling unwell? Do we need to call the family doctor?"
Alitzel Williams also spoke with concern, "Yeah, is she feeling unwell? I'll go check on her."
Alitzel Williams stood up and was about to head upstairs.
Waylon Lewis pursed his lips, raised his hand to hold Alitzel Williams's arm, "No need, let her sleep for a while."
Alitzel frowned and looked at him reproachfully, "Sleeping? How come you don't care about your own wife?"
Waylon Lewis coughed lightly, his face changing slightly, looking somewhat peculiar.