"Dad."
Stellan Sutton called out in a deep voice.
Skye Sherman cleared his throat, unsure whether to respond or not.
"Who is it?"
Cecilia Morgan poked her head out of the kitchen and, upon seeing Stellan Sutton, her expression mirrored Skye Sherman's, darkening.
"What are you doing here?"
Cecilia asked coldly.
"I came to bring something to Eve."
"Eve doesn't lack anything, there's no need for you to come."
Cecilia shot him a glance and moved to close the door.
It was Skye Sherman who stopped her, "Alright, he's already here, what's the point in shutting him out, quickly, quickly invite him in."
With Skye Sherman's help, Stellan Sutton finally entered the house.
"Eve hasn't gotten up yet, let her sleep a bit longer, don't wake her."
Cecilia instructed coldly.
"Got it, Mom."
Stellan Sutton smiled slightly, his attitude exceptionally good.
Cecilia seemed choked by his term of address, opened her mouth, but swallowed whatever she intended to say.
