Chapter 87: Mr. Hayes, You Have This Kind of Fetish?

In his line of sight, Hugo Hayes could just see the eyes of Quinnie Doyle peeking out as she rested her head on Ellie Doyle's shoulder.

Had he not been sure that his son wasn't in the resting room, Hugo Hayes would have almost mistaken Quinnie for Sky in that instant.

While Hugo was momentarily distracted, Ellie had already turned to her side, subtly shielding Quinnie behind her, "Mr. Hayes, it's late, aren't you going to rest?"

There was little emotion on Ellie's face as she calmly stared at Hugo, drawing his thoughts back to the present.

Hugo came back to his senses and spoke evenly, "It's nothing. I just heard you haven't eaten yet, so I had someone bring some food over."

Hugo stepped aside, allowing the servant carrying the food to come in.