“Alright, that’s all for now. Wendy and I haven’t eaten lunch yet, so why don’t you get someone to buy us something to eat?”

Melody looked at her son and pointedly gave him orders.

Byron understood the look on his mother’s face. She wanted him to leave so she could talk to Wendy in private. He obliged without calling her out on her intentions, leaving the room as she wished.

Once the door closed behind him, Melody held Wendy’s hands meaningfully.

Wendy was confused. “Is something the matter