By the time they finished dinner, it was already a few minutes past midnight. The neighborhood streetlights had gone out, leaving the world outside pitch black.
After drinking some water, Holly Winslow suddenly remembered something. She pulled a box from her suitcase and handed it to Wyatt Winslow, saying with a grin, "Dad, this is for you."
Seeing the confused look on his face, she explained, "Doesn't your neck hurt, Dad? This is a massaging pillow. My roommate said it's really effective. Her grandma uses one, and now her neck doesn't hurt at all."
Wyatt Winslow had never told her his neck was bothering him. He pressed his lips together and accepted the gift, his tone a bit subdued. "You don't have to buy me things in the future."
"I have money, Dad."
Of course, Holly Winslow knew what he meant. 'He's worried I don't have the money.'
