"Madam, please hold on a moment." On the other end of the phone, the Assistant parted the crowd and walked over to Lucas Walker, "Mr. King, it's a call from your wife."
Lucas Walker took the phone and walked to a quiet spot by the window.
"Ivana?"
"The two children have already gone to sleep, and I'm just about to sleep myself." Without comforting him or inquiring about the on-site situation, Ivana Bennett just calmly stated the situation of the three of them, "I know you've done your best, don't blame yourself."
No matter what happens, she and the two children are with him.
Whether he is in despair or delight.
Whether he is praised or questioned.
"I understand." Since leaving the Royal Palace in the morning until now, he hadn't rested; he'd only had a glass of milk, and his throat felt a bit hoarse, "I know, you go to bed early, don't worry about me here, I'm... fine now."
"Remember to have dinner."
"Alright."
