He arrived home.
Just in time for dinner.
The whole family was there.
Arthur Lindsey had also rushed back from the company.
In the dining room.
Ella Lacey was eating heartily while recounting the day's little incident, her wallet had been stolen, but it was little Ella who single-handedly snatched it back.
Penny Sullivan put down her chopsticks, clapping non-stop, "My granddaughter is brilliant! Such a young age, and she can tame a thief! In the past, this would have been worthy of a reward!"
"Ha ha, our little Ella really takes after her father when he was a boy."
Wilton Lindsey also set down his cutlery, remembering the past, "Penny, do you remember when our son was about to turn four, we took him to the temple fair to pray for blessings?"
"On the way, your wallet was pickpocketed, and it was our son who first noticed, and he, too, ran so fast, he caught up with the thief—"
"I remember, of course, I remember!"
