Richelle glanced nervously at Roy Lewis, thankfully, he seemed unconcerned, apparently taking Uncle Axel's words as a joke and not suspecting anything else.
Richelle's tense heart finally settled down, and she gently patted Mr. Timmy's shoulder and said,
"It's getting late, Mr. Lewis, you should go back and rest. These kids have been running around all afternoon. If possible, let Timmy soak his feet before bed. It can effectively promote blood circulation and eliminate fatigue."
Roy took his son's hand, and his gaze then turned to Timothy and Tifanny's faces.
When he first saw the two kids, they were wearing masks, and he thought they were just playing a game. But seeing them always wearing masks, he couldn't help but wonder.
"Timothy, Tifanny, your masks are lovely, and you have many different styles."
Richelle's heart, which had just settled, was raised again.
