Looking at his son's adorable expression, Joseph Lancaster felt his heart softening immensely. He stood up, walked over, picked up the drooling Evander Lancaster, and took Robert's hand in the other. "Uncle will take you, wash your hands clean, and then you can eat the roast chicken."
After helping his sons wash their little hands, he brought them back and placed the two little ones on the dining chairs, instructing Sister Zhang to watch over them, while he headed upstairs with two bags.
Joseph Lancaster didn't knock, he just pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing the woman lying on the bed without any reaction, he gently placed the two bags on the coffee table and tiptoed over.
He sat down on the bed sideways, his eyebrows furrowed with deep concern as he gently lifted the blanket covering Violet Zimmerman, then her pajamas.
