Abigail Zimmerman had not been out of the room for long when the door was knocked on again, symbolically tapped twice, then pushed open without waiting for Titus Zane to respond.
Alder Locke was holding a tray in one hand. After entering, he casually hit the wall switch for the chandelier, and sat on the bed. Titus Zane watched him in silence, not saying a word.
Alder Locke approached the bed with the tray and placed a bowl of wontons on the cabinet in front of the bed, saying with a smile, "Eat while it's hot. Auntie Wang just cooked them."
Titus Zane kept watching quietly, his gaze following Alder Locke's movements.
"Eat up, what are you looking at me for?" Seeing Titus Zane just staring without reacting, Alder Locke laughed as he urged, "Even if you're unhappy, you still need to eat. Otherwise, how will you have the energy to throw tantrums at Grandpa Zane?"
