"You can't play anymore, let's play next time, okay? First, let's dry your hair, alright?"
Lily took off her wet clothes and threw them aside.
For convenience, she simply threw on a loose white T-shirt and walked to the bed to pick up Ben, ready to dry his hair.
Before blow-drying, she took a towel and gently dried his hair a bit.
While dabbing the towel, she asked worriedly, "Ben, you haven't gone home all night. Won't your family be worried?"
Such a young child not going home at night and no adults inquiring.
Lily suddenly had some doubts whether Aidan Lucas, Emily Taylor, and the rest truly regarded Ben as their son and grandson.
After all, she remembered how Emily Taylor was very anxious at the banquet for Charles Taylor.
She was so attentive and accommodating to her nephew, surely she wouldn't be negligent when it came to her grandson.
Lily's movements as she dried his hair were gentle and soft, and as he enjoyed it with his eyes half-closed, he said unconcernedly,
