"I'll bring dinner home. Immediately call me if there's anything."
"Okay, Uncle. Don't worry. Chiharu has been napping. There won't be trouble."
Kazuya stifled his laugh once he heard Izumi's choice of words.
The meaning was clear. As long as the dumpling was sleeping soundly, no trouble would fall in the span of time their uncle went out of the villa.
"I'm going now," Kazuya walked out of the entryway, he closed the door behind him.
Once they left the studio, Kazuya brought the siblings to their favorite restaurant. Even though his mother wanted them to stay for lunch, he vehemently rejected her suggestion.
Maybe because of how serious their conversation was before, his mother didn't continue pressing on the matter. She just watched the three of them left the area of the studio.
Kazuya didn't even bother to ease the lingering tension around them. He simply ushered the children into the car.
