Christopher was surrounded by the children playing around him when they reached the villa entrance. He noticed that their mother hadn't followed and turned back to look at her.
Seeing her standing still with her phone in hand and a troubled expression, the smile on his face paused, "Amelia, what's wrong?"
"Mom, come quickly! Look, aren't we amazing? We almost made Dad fly!" The children shouted excitedly to their mother, seeking praise.
Amelia felt uneasy. After a moment's hesitation, she forced a smile and walked forward, "Babies, Mommy has to go to the office for something. You push Daddy home first and go eat, okay?"
"Huh? Mom, you haven't had dinner yet!" Noah said worriedly, pulling her arm. "Mom, eat before you go, okay?"
Christopher observed her expression, how could he not see that she was troubled?
"Noah, take your siblings inside and see if Aunt Harper has laid out lunch." Christopher turned his wheelchair around and patted his eldest son's head as he instructed.