Lucy remained in the room, taking care of Henry. Oddly enough, despite Henry's often strange temper, he wouldn't let anyone, not even James, touch him when he was upset. However, when Lucy approached him, the little boy would smile with his eyes squinted, extending his chubby arms, requesting to be held.
James was quite helpless, so he let Lucy take care of him. The two of them were in close proximity, occasionally exchanging a few words. Most of the time, James stayed in his study, while Lucy looked after Henry.
As the day approached, James prepared to pay tribute to Lisa.
"The maid will come to clean this afternoon, so you don't have to worry about that. Just take care of Henry. I might have some business to attend to in the evening, so I'll be back a bit late."
Lucy nodded and saw J
