Albert Foster's gaze revealed a hint of complexity as he spoke, "Then don't just stand there, go sit in my room for a while, and then have Mrs. Boyle clean a guest room for you."
Zachary Shane hurriedly said, "There's no need for that, Professor Foster. Amelia has been complaining of a headache all along. I was thinking of giving her a head massage after she changes to relieve some of the pain."
Albert Foster narrowed his eyes, courteously yet firmly refusing, "There's no need for your concern, nephew. Amelia has a headache, and Daniel will naturally take care of her when he arrives."
Zachary Shane, neither humble nor arrogant, said, "But what if Mr. Cooper doesn't come? Besides, Amelia got drunk today because of him."
Albert Foster looked down at the grandson he was holding and smiled faintly and distantly, "I will naturally ask Amelia about this matter once she sobers up. Are you staying here or did you book a hotel outside?"
