But who knew that it wouldn't be a death-defying endeavor?
In fact, it was so easy that Kyle was wondering if something had gone wrong somewhere.
But maybe it was because Ollie, who was just recovering from hiccuping and feeling like the world hated him, was now back to kneeling before his parents as they tried interrogating him under the lights of the dorm room.
However, the blonde mess of a mop stood, well, more like,knelt his ground as he insisted that he couldn't talk about it.
Not just yet.
Marquise Julienne's gaze sharpened like a blade unsheathed. Beside her, the Marquis sighed, resigned.
Their boy's words—his refusal—echoed the very principles they had drilled into him since childhood. And now, weaponized against them, they could hardly fault him for it.
"Pop! You said I shouldn't talk about it without the proper security measures, right?!"
Ollie looked up at his father, face puffy, but his eyes were as determined as they could be, even if his arms were trembling.
