Boring, tedious.
The matter of helping Chris find his wife ended just like that, effortlessly, simply, providing just a bit of amusement, and then—nothing.
They arrived on a private jet, a group of people in a rush, but now on the way back, no one was in a hurry anymore, because there was nothing to do upon returning, and spending seven or eight hours flying was quite uncomfortable.
So why not spend a couple more days in San Francisco.
"Did you see what Chris looks like now? Gosh, family truly is a disaster, and more terrifying than a disaster is a large-scale disaster. Now Chris has a very important problem to face, and that is how to help his ill-mannered son adapt to a new identity, a new life."
Anton came in and said a lot in one breath, then couldn't help but laugh, looking schadenfreudely, "A son he's never seen since birth, hahaha, Chris's head is going to swell! I guarantee, his head is indeed swollen."
