Wyndham Howell stepped on the gas, glanced at her, his expression warm and gentle, "Enna, are you worried about Tobias, or is it that Mr. Lawrence you're worried about?"
Enna Clark didn't expect him to ask such a question. After pausing for a moment, she answered candidly, "I'm worried about both."
She was telling the truth. If there was only one adult and one child at home, she would worry a little less.
Now there are both an adult and a child at home, she really couldn't feel at ease.
Wyndham Howell's fingers tightened around the steering wheel. As a chief surgeon, his fingers were slender and beautiful. At this moment, his knuckles turned slightly white because of the force he exerted, making his fingers look even more slender. He was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "I thought you wouldn't answer this question... at least not directly."
"Why?" Enna asked, clueless.
