Chapter 980

Joyce drove back to Pascaylia and Luther's sports car was already in

the underground garage.

It meant he was already back.

She got out of the car and as she passed his sports car, she felt the

heat from his car, indicating that he had just returned as well.

She looked at her wristwatch and it was nine o'clock.

Anderson should still be awake, and she hurried upstairs and back

home.

Ivy was still there and when she saw Joyce was back, she was quite

happy, "Ms. Knowles, you're back. Anderson has taken a shower and

he might go to bed after playing around a little."

Anderson slid off from the couch and ran up to Joyce, "Mommy, you're

home."

Joyce then picked Anderson up, and hugged him hard, "Sorry, today

Mommy suddenly got something to deal with, or I would have come

back earlier to stay with Anderson."

"It's okay, Mommy. Your business is more important. * Anderson said

understandingly.

Ivy gathered her things, walked to the door, and said, “Ms. Knowles, I'm

going to go now. See you tomorrow!"

"Okay, bye!" Joyce waved her hand.

After Ivy left, Joyce looked around her home suspiciously, wondering

why she hadn't seen Luther around. Since he was already back,

normally, he must have been running to her house for nothing.

How strange was it that he was not here today?

No, why should she care if he had come or not?

It was as if she was hoping he would come. She should be even more

comfortable if he did not come!

"Mommy, why didn't Uncle come to dinner today?" Anderson asked.

“I don't know yet." Joyce shook her head, "Maybe he's got his own

thing going on."

"Well, lvy made his favorite steak today and he didn't show up.”

Anderson looked a little frustrated.

Joyce rubbed Anderson’ soft hair, "It's okay, I'll tell him, and he would

be happy anyway. Anderson, have you had your milk yet? It's time for

bed. "

Anderson nodded, "Yes and I have brushed my teeth, Mommy."

"Well, that's good." Joyce reached out and pinched his little nose, "Time

for bed. Children must have adequate sleep to grow taller.”

"All right." Anderson was a little reluctant, but obedient.

His eyes flicked to the doorway, a little lost.

Joyce looked at it with a vague pain in her heart.

She knew that Anderson was waiting for Luther. Could it be that a boy

his age really needed a father? Indeed she had been neglecting

Anderson's feelings for a long time, and she felt guilty.

As a mother, she could not give him everything he needed.

Right then and there.

There was a knock on the door.

Meanwhile, almost instantly, Anderson slid out of Joyce's arms and

hurried up to open the door.

Sure enough, it was none other than Luther.

"Uncle, uncle.” Anderson shouted affectionately.

"Anderson, good boy." Luther picked Anderson up in his arms and

walked in, closing the door behind him.

In fact, he had come back for a while, but he spent some time in his

apartment alone. He needed to empty his brain and needed the quiet

environment where he could think. The amount of information he got

today was simply overwhelming. He needed to think about what to do

next.

"Uncle, Ivy specially made the steak you love today. It's a shame you

didn't come to eat,” Anderson said.

"We are not going to waste it." Luther smiled gently, "I haven't had

dinner yet. "

"Really? Then you hurry up and eat it all up." Anderson clapped his

hands happily.

"Well, Anderson is a good boy. You go to sleep first, okay?" Luther

carried Anderson to his room, put him on the bed, and covered

Anderson with the quilt.