"This fool..." Howard shook his head, eyes filled with self-blame and guilt.
Mrs. Geoffrey lovingly said, "Becca is injured now, I think the trip to Foam Island should be put on hold... let's wait until Becca is healed."
Howard nodded, then suddenly asked, "Where's Andrew?"
"The servants are with him, I'm about to go downstairs to feed him."
"Mom, these days Becca is injured, so please take care of Andrew a little more."
"Of course, I'd love it if Andrew sticks to me every day!"
As Mrs. Geoffrey turned to leave the room, she asked, "Should I bring dinner up for Becca?"
"Let's wait until Becca wakes up!"
Looking at the bandage wrapped around Rebecca Quentin's knee, Howard lowered his head and kissed her injured knee, filled with guilt in his heart.
"Alright."
Mrs. Geoffrey then left and gently closed the door.
Howard rested his tired head against his hand; his mind hadn't stopped thinking for a moment these days, and he felt very exhausted...
