When Ivana Bennett came out after her bath, Lucas Walker had already finished the cold soup and returned upstairs.
Seeing her come out, he immediately approached, helped her to sit on a chair, and grabbed the hairdryer to help dry her hair.
Ivana Bennett watched his expression from the mirror, "That matter... how is it going?"
Lucas Walker took hold of her long hair and carefully blew it dry, "Don't worry anymore, the king says he has a way."
"Grandfather?" Ivana Bennett looked puzzled, "What can he do?"
"He wouldn't say," Lucas Walker shrugged, "He just told me to come back and get a good night's sleep."
With an issue this big, the old king wouldn't joke around. If he said he had a way, then he certainly did.
With that in mind, she didn't need to worry anymore.
