A lounge at the Foster residence.

Wenzel walked in with his hands behind his back, his eyes showing a hint of disappointment. He knew very well just how hard Vaida had worked to stop everything from falling apart in the ten years he had been absent.

That was why he wanted to console her first before saying anything else.

However, he didn't expect to see that she had already prepared a pot of tea for him when he stepped into the lounge. Seeing Wenzel come in, Vaida stood up, pulled the chair