When Edward parked his car in front of the house, it was nearly half past seven o'clock. He stepped outside, and Juan approached him. He handed him his car keys, but he stopped him before he could go inside.

"Is this your son, Sir?" he asked as he turned around.

"Oh, this is Eddie, my son, and this is Juan, our chauffeur," Edward said as he introduced him to his son.

"By the way, where is my wife? I'm sure she's glad our son is already here," Edward said.

"S-Sir?"

"I- uh. " He came to a halt. "What is it, Juan?" Edward inquired, his face befuddled.

"Ma'am Cassandra, she...