Byron looked to the side once more but met Lucian's gaze.

Their eyes met. As stoic as Byron was, he was stunned for a moment. "Are you still awake?"

He thought that the three little ones were all asleep.

Lucian's eyes were red, but he put on a sullen face, trying to look serious.

"Daddy, the truth is, Mommy has been sick for days, hasn't she?"

Byron's expression froze slightly, hesitating whether to tell the truth to the little boy.

Lucian was indeed the most mature of the three children.