Chapter 124

The Wynn’s House 

Mrs. Wynn emerged from the kitchen, a warm smile on her face, carrying a tray laden with freshly baked cookies and a glass of cold milk. 

She settled into the couch, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, and turned on the television. 

The cozy atmosphere was shattered by the sound of the door opening, and Mr. Wynn's cheerful greeting, 

"I'm home!"

As he pecked her cheek, Mrs. Wynn's expression turned quizzical.

 "You came home early... everything okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Mr. Wynn's expression turned serious, his brow furrowed.

 "I heard about what's going on in the palace... shouldn't we go bring Layla home?" he suggested, his tone laced with a sense of responsibility.

Mrs. Wynn's eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

 "Bring who home?... please don't make me mad this lovely evening," she replied, her words laced with a hint of annoyance.

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