"Um, we know."
Hope Williams followed Isla Sue and the others down the stairs, "Uncle, Aunt, I'll be leaving now. Waylon is waiting for me outside, so I won't stay any longer."
Isla Sue said, "Okay, I'll see you out."
"No need, Aunt Sue, you should rest early too. Our car is just outside." Hope waved to Isla, "You all go back quickly."
At this moment, Waylon Lewis was leaning against the dark car body, a cigarette between his fingers, smoking leisurely. Seeing Hope come out, Waylon extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and waved away the lingering smoke in the air.
Hope walked up to him, and Waylon's low voice asked, "How did it go?"
Hope silently shook her head, "Aria doesn't seem to be in a good state."
Waylon looked at Hope's worried expression, moved his thin lips but said nothing, though a trace of helplessness flitted across his dark eyes.
"One good news, one bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"
Hope's eyes brightened, "What's the good news?"
