Let me enjoy

A few minutes ago,

Lucius received a call from Alekis, prompting him to excuse himself from the room. Before leaving, he gave a quiet instruction to Roger, "Keep an eye on Layla."

Bringing the phone to his ear, Lucius tucked one hand into his pocket, his tone composed yet distant.

"Yes, Dad, we're doing fine," he responded.

"Good. I expect you and your wife to come home this weekend," Alekis said, his voice carrying a sense of authority.

"Is there something specific you want to discuss?" Lucius asked, already sensing the weight behind his father's request.

"Your nephew's engagement. As his uncle, you have responsibilities that you tend to neglect," Alekis reminded him firmly.

Lucius suppressed a sigh. "I thought you were already handling all of that, Dad. And Fiona—she's not so old that she can't manage her own son's engagement," he replied, his words edged with a touch of frustration.