"Mom, you should have seen the fish that I caught." Damon heard their son shout as soon as his mother entered the room.
Damon and Oliver had arrived just a few minutes ago, an hour later than her. Of course, he was aware that his wife left the house.
Moreover, he knew where she had gone. The security that Conway had assigned to her had already reported to him about her whereabouts.
"I am sure you have caught many. I hope you took some pictures." Jules matched their son's enthusiasm as she came closer and hugged him as if they had not seen each other for ages.
Then, his son showed the numerous photos he had taken of the trip and the fish. It was not a big fish, but it was not the size that counted but the idea.
It was seeing the happiness in Oliver's eyes as he bragged about how courageously he fought with the fish. He believed it was the pure joy of spending the day with him.
