George pulled away and glanced at the door with annoyance. If it was that maid, he swore—
But the voice they heard made the couple feel like a fresh spring breeze blew in, dispelling the suffocating air that came with thinking about the stupid maid.
"Mother, Father. Can I come in?" Wade asked quietly.
"Of course." Charlotte and Wade said simultaneously.
They exchanged glances and smiled, then turned back to the door.
Wade pushed the door open with both hands. His face lit up on seeing them on the bed.
"Father... mother." He smiled at them and approached the bed.
Charlotte's face bloomed into a warm, beautiful smile. "Wade." She beckoned for him to come closer.
Charlotte's love-filled smile dazzled Wade. "Are you feeling better, mama?" He asked.
Like he suddenly realized something, he froze.
