Lyra Smith hadn't thought about having a wedding yet, feeling that it wouldn't be quite right at this time.
Her marriage registration with Uncle Wu was already the boldest decision she had ever made. If they were to hold a wedding now, it would undoubtedly be grand, and her parents would inevitably find out!
So many things had happened in the Smith family, and she should follow her brother's advice for now and keep a low profile. Iris Mitchell was watching her every move, and who knows what she was planning next.
"Uncle Wu..."
She was ready to change the topic, but before she could say anything, Morris Jackson beat her to it, asking, "What time is your flight tomorrow?"
Touched, Lyra snuggled into his embrace, "In the afternoon, around two o'clock probably."
He gently rested his chin on her head and murmured, "Would there be enough time tomorrow morning to return to the estate to pack?"
