Gwynn was unperturbed as if nothing had happened.

His fingers twitched at the thought of it. He wanted to give her a call and listen to her voice. However, he was experiencing a similar fear as a soldier coming home after a long war.

He was scared that he didn’t belong.

He didn’t grab his car keys and drove home until one in the morning. He was mildly surprised to find that a servant waited for him when he returned home. She welcomed him and said in a hushed voice. “Ms. Gwynn sat in the study by herself ever since what happened in the afternoon.”

After a brief moment’s quiet, he asked, “Did she have dinner?”

“Why wouldn’t she?” The servant sighed lightly and continued, “Today’s Lorian’s birthday. Ms. Gwynn might’ve been disheartened to see what was on the internet, but she took a few bites of his birthday cake nonetheless. I’m telling you, Mr. Noah, she really loves her little boy.”

He nodded and said that he knew what she was getting at.

Climbing the stairs, he went straight