Zion maintained a respectful demeanor and immediately greeted, “Mr. Noah.”

Noah, however, didn’t make things difficult for him. He gave a light cough, which could be considered acknowledgment. Then, turning to his youngest daughter, he said, “Go upstairs first. Your mother’s been waiting for you all night; she probably has something to say to you.”

Gwen hesitated and didn’t move at first. Zion gently nudged her, his voice soft, “You should go.”

Only then did Gwen start to move. But befo