The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress

Now that their anger had subsided, concern for Hera took over. One by one, they gathered near the bathroom door, exchanging uneasy glances. Leo stepped forward and knocked gently. "Wifey, are you alright in there?" His voice, usually confident, wavered with worry and a touch of uncertainty.

But there was no response from the other side of the door—only silence, which only deepened their growing concern.

They exchanged anxious glances, their lips pressed into thin lines, uncertainty weighing on the room.

Finally, Dave, his voice shaky but determined, broke the tension, ready to clear the misunderstanding.

"Just so you know, we hadn’t even gotten that far. I didn’t even touch anything below her stomach before you all barged in," Dave muttered, pouting slightly.

It might have been better if he’d stayed quiet, as everyone was already beginning to calm down and let things go.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, it seemed like he was deliberately pushing their buttons.

Instantly, the room shifted, and they all shot him glares, their earlier magnanimity quickly fading.

"So, you’re saying you were already on the way to doing it, right?" Xavier pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

Rafael chimed in, his tone sharp. "Which means your hands were already somewhere up there, and you were planning to move down until we interrupted you. Isn’t that what you really mean?"