"Hmm, then let's wait until he gets discharged!" Wesley looked at the time. "Why is he asleep so early? Has he had lunch yet?"

"Not yet! He wants to sleep, so just let him sleep!" Avery was a little hungry. "Let's head out to have some food. The caretaker and bodyguard are here to look after him. He will be fine."

"Hmm."

They came out of the hospital and found a restaurant nearby.

When they were ordering food, Wesley took the menu and explained to Shea every dish, asking her what she wanted to eat.

His gaze was gentle and his tone patient.

Avery took a cup of water and drank some of it. "Wesley, do your parents know about you and Shea?"

"Yes. My mother spoke with her when Shea came to look for me today."

"What is their reaction to Shea?" Avery was afraid that Shea would feel aggrieved being in Wesley's family.

"Avery, they treat me well," Shea took the initiative to say, "Aunt Sandra said that she likes me a lot."

Avery smiled in relief, "That's good."

"If Shea and I are tog