Chapter 17

Half an hour later, the table in Mason's house was full of dishes, as they were waiting for the last dish, the clock has pointed to 7:15. "This boy, why hasn't he arrived yet?" Eavan looked up again at the clock and couldn't help running to the gate. Yazlyn sat down at the table, glancing carelessly at his anxious wife, and glancing back at the table full of dishes. This is not a family dinner, it's obviously a feast with schemes behind it, if he was Auster, he would not want to come home. His wife always loves to worry about everything. But the children and grandchildren all have their own destiny, what's the point of worrying so much? "Well, Yazlyn, do you think I should call Auster and rush him?" Eavan, looking at the door for a moment, returned to the table disappointed. "No, don't rush him. This is your son, you know him best, the more you rush him the more he doesn't want to come back. Wait, perhaps he will arrive soon." On hearing this, Eavan had to give up. She sat back and wai