Enna Clark looked at her daughter's face, which had thinned down, felt a softness in her heart, and agreed, "Okay."
Lyle Westbrook's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise, "Go prepare."
"Yes, Young Master Lyle."
Enna Clark frowned slightly, taking advantage of when Gigi was playing with something else, she glanced at her phone.
Her phone lay silent, without any messages or missed calls.
How strange, Baron Lawrence still hadn't seen that she had called him? Why didn't he return the call? Was he not back at the hospital yet? Where did he go?
"Enna, it's time to eat."
"Alright, I'll be right there." Enna Clark put her phone away and carried Gigi over.
Soon, the villa's servants entered one after another, placing a series of exquisite dishes on the table.
Enna Clark watched as they quickly filled the large table meant for eight, with matsutake mushrooms, caviar, each dish luxurious and delicate.
Besides Western food, they had meticulously prepared Oriental food as well.
