"I was worried before that my son would end up alone," Mrs. Aiden tried hard to defend herself.
Without waiting for Mr. Aiden to speak, she hurriedly circled around him and started running upstairs.
"Madeline!" Mr. Aiden snapped out of it and quickly followed her.
By the time he reached the top of the stairs, Mrs. Aiden had swiftly knocked on Collins's room door.
"Collins, the sun's already high; you're still sleeping? Get up quickly! Mom has something urgent to tell you, the most urgent!"
"..."
Standing at the head of the stairs, Mr. Aiden's elegant silhouette was stuck in place.
Watching his wife, who wouldn't give up until she hit the Amazon River, he sighed helplessly, still stepping forward to stand with her.
The two of them stood side by side like sentry guards, eyes firmly fixed on the room door before them.
After a long wait, there was still not a stir from inside.
"Knock knock—" Mrs. Aiden, snapping back to reality, raised her hand and knocked several more times.
