[Bro, it seems like Dad's in trouble. Do you know anything?]
A new message just popped up on Mr. K's phone.
For a moment, Mr. K frowned in confusion. To be honest, he hadn't communicated with Prof. Hans in the last few days.
'Should I contact Dad first?' Mr. K's monologue was a little worrying for his father. Immediately, he try to remembered the last gesture or action he had seen with his own eyes.
A small sigh escaped his lips unconsciously, a sign that he was trying to suppress the anxiety that was spreading in his heart.
Clara, who had been leaning on Mr. K in the living room, immediately looked at him.
"What's wrong? Is something bothering you?"
Mr. K had promised his wife not to hide anything from her, which was why he was hesitant to tell her what he wanted to say.
What if Clara was thinking about something too complicated, far beyond what was currently on his mind?
"Kev?"
