Kapitel 688: On the move

Fein had been staring at the parchment on his desk for hours, yet his mind was not focused on the words written on it. His thoughts kept drifting to the comforting aroma of spices and herbs emanating from the kitchen downstairs. He sighed deeply, feeling guilty for not being more invested in the recent events.

After another moment of contemplation, Fein decided to put the parchment aside and go check on his mom and sister. As he made his way down the hallway, he could hear the clinking of pots and pans, and the occasional laughter and chatter.

Upon entering the kitchen, Fein saw his mom, Melissa, at the stove, stirring a pot of soup while Fey was busy chopping vegetables. Both of them turned to greet him with warm smiles.

"Hey, Fein. How was work?" Melissa asked.

"Same old, same old," Fein replied with a shrug. "Anything I can help with?"

"You can set the table," Fey said, gesturing towards the dining area.