"Go to the first laboratory and fetch the first-aid kit," Moss told Holden, pointing towards the laboratory.

Holden nodded and left. He seized this chance to survey the surroundings.

His eyes caught sight of an elevator, which suggested there were underground floors. He resolved to find an opportunity to descend and investigate.

Holden returned, clutching the first-aid kit, just in time to hear Moss and Bennett talking.

Pouring a glass of water for Moss, Bennett said with concern, “Uncle Moss, don't confine yourself to the dense forest. Take a stroll outside, soak up some sun, or try fishing. It'll greatly benefit your health."

Accepting the water, Moss didn't drink right away. He smiled and replied, “It's unusual for you to be so concerned about me."

"Uncle Moss, you're mistaken," Bennett gently said. "I've always cared deeply for you." Noticing Moss' hair, Bennett remarked, "You seem to have quite a bit of gray hair now."

"Really? I hadn't noticed." Moss touched his hair.

"Yes." Bennett nodded. “I have a black hair dye that works wonders. I'll have Colt bring it to you soon."

“Thank you for that," Moss responded.

“Don't mention it." Bennett waved it off. “But they say gray hair spreads fast with age. Maybe the dye won't last long. If you find it useful, let me know, and I'll get more for you."

"Alright," Moss replied with a smile.

Their conversation flowed with warmth, painting a touching picture of a caring family.

Nearby, Holden observed the warm scene but couldn't fully discern its authenticity. Despite their smiles and warm exchanges, Bennett's demeanor seemed somewhat forced, and Moss appeared cautious.

Once Bennett finished applying the medication, Moss neatly stowed away the medical supplies. After tidying up, he turned to Bennett and asked, “Are you hungry? I've prepared some delicious food today. You're in for a treat."

Upon hearing Moss' words, Bennett started to feel hungry.

"As a matter of fact, I'm famished," Bennett quipped.

With a smile, Moss rose and ushered Bennett and Holden toward the elevator.

After they descended to B3, the aroma of delicious food greeted them as the elevator doors slid open.

Moss had hurriedly answered the door for Bennett and Holden just now, leaving him no time to clear the table set for three. Holden's heart skipped a beat when he noticed the used tableware.