I excused myself and went upstairs. I knocked on Greyson's room before I entered. He's lying on the bed while reaching his hands toward the ceiling.

"Are you okay?"

He pouted his lips. "I'm bored. I want to go out and play."

I heaved out a sigh. "Unfortunately, you can't do that until you are fully healed. You need to wait for more days."

Someone suddenly opened the door. Greyson quickly removed all the emotions from his face after seeing that it was his father, carrying a platter with him.

I mentally laughed. I must say, this kid is a good actor.

"What's that?" he asked with a stoic face....