cyril's heart was in turmoil, and he gritted his teeth. in the end, he lowered his head and calmly said, " "father, you're overpraising me. this is just something within my duty."
patriarch fields was immersed in the joy of his wife's awakening and did not notice the strangeness of his eldest son. he smiled and nodded, praising him again.
compared to patriarch fiers 'excitement and satisfaction, lu wenjun, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was sharp enough to sense something strange. his body trembled slightly.
for some reason, cyril had been smiling politely and gently the entire time, but she felt that his eyes were cold, and his smile had never reached his eyes.
however, lu wenjun had just woken up a few days ago. he had not even started his recovery, and his body's functions had yet to recover.
even though he had regained consciousness, he couldn't even speak properly, so he could only look at cyril with his mouth wide open and stutter.