Roy Lewis returned home, already close to midnight, quietly sneaking through the door.
Uncle Axel came up to greet him and took his bag.
"Sir, your medicine and late-night snack are in the dining room."
Roy Lewis wasn't picky about food, but in that high-intensity work environment, he ate very casually.
For someone who was still in recovery, it wasn't nearly enough nutrition.
So, his late-night snacks for a while have been personally prepared by Richelle Dunn, tailored to his needs.
In the past, Richelle would often accompany him in the study, eating and talking.
Discussing the day's events involving the children and the elderly at home, discussing matters of the Lewis Group.
As for Roy's side of things, since it involved too many secrets, he usually didn't speak a word about it.
So, most of the time, he was eating while Richelle was talking.
Now, he was sitting alone at the dining table. Despite the late-night snack being just as delicious, Roy no longer savored each bite.
