“You usually handle the parental check-ups alone, don't you?"

Sitting next to her old man, Alexis offered a faint smile.

She gently clasped Waylen's arm and spoke softly. "I was worried you might become too worked up. Plus, my assistant can handle the errands for me."

Waylen quickly countered, “Why would I get worked up? We have plenty of children in our family now. When have you ever seen me get worked up, huh? If you don't believe me, ask your mother."

Rena remained silent but sneered.