The man tapped his aristocratic chin, adopting the air of a gentleman of the house as he instructed his wife in a tone that brooked no argument, "Off you go! But remember to come back tonight. I'm going to be particularly busy these next few days, and the Lippert family still needs you to keep things running smoothly."
Without giving Whitney a chance to refuse, he retreated to the bathroom for a shower.
"..." Whitney stood frozen in place, fuming, tempted to ask what good his return did if it only served to tie her down to the Lippert family.
Meanwhile, as soon as Ludwik entered his room, Sammy’s small figure blocked the doorway, looking up at him with concern. "Daddy, what are you planning exactly? Aren’t you going to tell Mommy about the situation with our sister? Which hospital is she in? Just thinking about her possibly fighting for her life while Mommy doesn't even know she exists breaks my heart. It makes me feel so sad for our sister!"
The little boy, unable to contain his emotions, poured out his feelings, his voice tinged with restrained tears.
Ludwik felt as if his heart was being sliced open, torn by the difficult choice.
He bent down to move Sammy away from the doorway and knelt to take his son's hand firmly. "You haven’t seen your sister's condition. You don't know whether her arrival would be a blessing or a curse for your Mommy, and even I am in the dark about it."
"What does she look like? Can I visit her? I really want to see her!"
Sammy wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, determined not to let them fall.
After his shower, Ludwik emerged in a crisply ironed shirt and trousers.
The noise outside the small villa had quieted down.
Ludwik knew Whitney had gone to Delight Mansion to visit Keegan Tennyson.
He signaled to his son that it was time to go.
"I’m going to my room! I've prepared a gift for our sister, and I want to bring it when I meet our beloved sister," Sammy said, lifting a warm smile, his eyes tender yet strong.
Ludwik nodded, opening the bedroom door.
However, as soon as the door opened, a shadow tumbled in, obviously having been eavesdropping and falling in the process!
Looking down, they saw a tousled little head.
Danny scrambled up from the floor, grimacing and clutching his knee, "Ow..."
Ludwik's handsome face darkened, his features tensing, "What were you doing eavesdropping outside?"
"I saw Sammy sneaking in here. What are you two plotting? You’ve been in here for ages. If I didn’t listen in, would you have told me straight up?"
"..."
Despite being somewhat correct, Ludwik's expression grew even sterner.
His eldest son, Danny, lacked Sammy’s quietly considerate nature and had grown increasingly defiant, especially with Whitney's backing.
Danny, feeling the sting of his father's attitude, stood up defiantly, his cold, piercing gaze scanning his father and Sammy, "What are you guys up to?"
"Has Mommy left?"
"Yeah, she has," Danny glanced at his father, then narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "So you’re doing something behind Mommy’s back, huh!"
"..." Sammy was at a loss for words, his brother’s intelligence shining through at the most inconvenient times.
He looked at his father, trying to brush off his brother's inquiry, "Danny, Daddy has some business to attend to, and I can be of some help. So I'm going with him. Why don’t you just stay home and play?"
"What business is it that you can help with and I can’t? Are you treating me like a useless kid?" Danny sensed that something was amiss.
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