Chapter 922

"The timing is quite perfect, actually." Terence tossed his jacket aside and walked into the dining room to grab a bottle of red wine and two glasses. "Tea is boring. Let's have some wine instead." Richard poured himself a cup of tea. Without looking up, he asked, "Haven't you always liked tea?" Terence began pouring the wine. "Preferences change. Isn't that true for you too?" They poured wine and tea for each other—one sipping steaming hot tea, the other holding a glass of burgundy liquid shimmering under the light. "Your mom's health has been getting worse. What are your thoughts on that?" Richard took a sip of his tea, savoring it quietly. Meanwhile, Terence gently swirled the wine in his glass. "If we want to cure her, we need to tackle the root cause. And you're the only one who can help her recover." Richard slowly finished his tea. Only when the bottom of the cup came into view did he smile. "Terence, if you have feelings for Lily, go after her. You have my support. If