Young Aether stared blankly at the road ahead, his eyes fixed on the stream of lights. He could barely process what he had just heard.
Jonathan... had hurt Lily?
Why the fuck would he do that?
Then he remembered Sasha... a girl who might not even be older than Lily.
The thought made his expression turn cold.
"Have you informed your father?" he asked, his voice controlled, though a faint chill had entered his tone.
Lily nodded. "I did... and that's where I made my mistake. Ever since then, my father's workload has increased. He's been sent on increasingly dangerous missions, one after another, as if... someone is deliberately putting him in situations where he could die."
Young Aether's frown deepened. His fingers began tapping slowly against the dashboard, each tap echoing faintly within the quiet cabin.
His workload had increased?
How?
Wasn't Jonathan merely a commander from another division?
