"Tch… late again?" he mutters, tapping his fingers on the table with impatience. His deep voice echoes in the quiet room as he adjusts his robe, his other hand resting on his heavy pregnant belly. "You think just because I’m carrying this child, I’ve become weak?" A cold smirk curves on his lips. "Don’t forget… I still control everything here." He leans back in his chair, eyes narrowing toward the door. "Come here… or I’ll make you regret making me wait."