Chapter 12 Forcing My Wife to Come Home

"Are you still going to wait?"

The young boy glanced briefly. "Yes, why haven't they arrived yet?" Kevin stood in front of the door, his expression filled with worry.

"Perhaps Master has work and chose to stay late," said the head butler standing behind him.

"But I've already informed Daddy."

"Young Master, forgive me for saying this, but why do you insist on preparing all this? And Master and Madam are workaholics. They might not come home."

Kevin fell silent for a moment. His expression grew even sadder. "I know this might seem futile, but I just want to do something for them. Let's wait for another hour, and if they don't come, I'll tidy everything up."

"Young Master doesn't need to do anything. We will take care of it; it's the servants' duty. You can rest after this."

Kevin turned to the head butler. "Uncle, you've always been kind and understanding to me. Thank you."

"It's my duty; there's no need to thank me."

"I still hope our efforts won't be in vain," Kevin said soft