Marce rose early the next morning, unwilling to let Lyra slip away without a proper farewell.
"Please come again, sweetheart. I truly don't mind if you visit as often as you like," Marce said, taking both of Lyra's hands.
From the side, Edris interjected politely.
"She works, Mom. A doctor can't just take vacations whenever they feel like it."
He glanced at Lyra, a small apologetic smile tugging at his lips.
"Sorry. Mom forgets you're just as busy as we are. Married to a doctor, surrounded by doctors… somehow she still forgets how chaotic a doctor's schedule is."
Marce didn't scold him. One poised look was enough—a refined, motherly glare. Even annoyed, she refused to lose her grace.
Lyra couldn't help a soft laugh. Watching the two of them go back and forth was honestly adorable.
Marce turned back to Lyra, her expression softening instantly from stern to sweet.
