I secretly slipped a small recorder into Chris's bag, using the excuse of going to buy a car before leaving.
Sure enough, the father and son didn't disappoint me.
After Layla washed the dirty clothes from these days, she boarded the bus back home.
As soon as she left, I heard Chris and his father's voices.
"Son, this idea is good, but what if Demi refuses to accept the child?"
"What can she do? Dad, don't worry. She's just a dog I raised. Don't be fooled by her front. She'll wag her tail and come when I throw her a bone. Whatever I decide, she has no say. As for my mother..."
"That's even less of a problem. She should have had more sons when she was young. Now, the old Braves family is going extinct, and she is at least half responsible."
"That's great. When Wendy arrives, please put in some extra effort."
"No problem, son. I'm still sharp. I'll definitely make sure you get a brother. Then, just say this child is from a relative in the old home. You can bring it back and have Demi raise it. This way, old Braves family will continue!"
"To avoid raising suspicions with Demi, I won't help with Wendy's care."