Mika Summers curled her lip into a cold smile. "Hah. Fine. It'll be quieter at home anyway. Let's go."
When Tristan Grayson heard Mika Summers agree to go home, he finally let out a sigh of relief…
Watching Tristan and Mika Summers get up to leave with their two children, Aria Joyce's expression turned ugly, but she had no idea what to say at that moment.
Caleb Grayson pulled his gaze away from the wine jar and looked at Tristan Grayson and his wife. "Not staying for dinner? It's almost ready."
"No, we can't. We didn't get much rest at the hospital these past two days. We want to go home early to rest." As he spoke, Tristan Grayson wrapped an arm around Mika Summers's waist.
Caleb Grayson didn't press them to stay. "Alright, then. Go home and get some rest."
"Mm."
Seeing that even Grayson had agreed to let Tristan and his family leave, Aria Joyce clenched her fists. She had to struggle for a long moment to suppress the indignation and sense of injustice welling up inside her.
