ONE HUBDRED AND THIRTY THREE

SYLVIA'S POV

I walked back to my bed after watching from the window as Grayson was being carried to the car by Rex and Paul. "Hm," she muttered nonchalantly, then flopped onto my bed and grabbed the TV remote. Flipping to *Love Island US*, she settled in to catch up on the latest episodes.

A knock on the door interrupted my. "Mom, it's me. Open up," William's voice called from the otmy side.

"Come in," I responded without taking my eyes off the screen.

William entered the room, looking concerned. "Grayson just had an accident. The maid, Dora, said he slipped in the bathroom because of the wet floor from Sylvia's kids."

I barely glanced up, still focused on the TV. "Mm hmm."

William frowned, noticing my lack of concern. "Mom, aren't you gonna say something?"

I remained fixated on my show. "What I’m going to do is finish binge-watching several episodes of *Love Island* that I missed."

William looked puzzled. "This is an opportunity, Mom. What have I always told you?"

I paused the TV and