The car pulled over at the hospital.

Luther got out of the car and wanted to carry the little ones down. However, they had already gotten out of the car and were staring at him, waiting for him to take them to their mommy.

Looking at the little ones’ anxious expressions, Luther sighed and felt bad. He touched the kids’ heads, trying to comfort them. “Let’s go upstairs.”

The little ones nodded obediently and followed him.

When they were in the elevator, Luther texted Byron.

Byron was already