It's my father, Mr. Blackwood, again...
"You guys receive them first, I'll fly to Europe and come back."
Ethan sat on the bathtub's edge, his fingertips brushing over a soft spot on Lily's body. The feel of it was so good that he raised an eyebrow.
"What?!" Helen screamed even more bizarrely. Europe sent someone, and Ethan was going to Europe again? What is this for?
"Also, order ten thousand balloons for me, I'll need them tomorrow morning." Glancing askance at Lily, who was sleeping and letting him rub her round and pinch her flat, Ethan added one more sentence to his cell phone.