The next day.
Early in the morning, Lucas took a happy bath, changed into formal attire, and then combed his considerably lengthened hair neatly back, looking handsome and spirited as he descended the stairs.
Yigol Foster had just come out of the kitchen when he saw Lucas energetically coming down. Noticing his outfit ready to head out, he said annoyedly, "Why are you dressed up so neatly?"
"My sister said I could get out of bed and move around today."
"Being able to get out of bed doesn't mean you can go out. Go change your clothes right now." While speaking, Yigol Foster stretched out a hand and pushed him back up the stairs, saying, "Hurry up."
"Yigol Foster, I've been cooped up in bed for ten days. I'm about to sprout mushrooms. Let me go out for a walk."
"No."
"I'll just walk around the yard, get some sun."
Yigol Foster stopped pushing him, no longer insisting, and swept his dark eyes over Lucas's masculine attire, saying, "Half an hour."