"Come again?"
Heiren felt like his ears were ringing, the words that Zaque had just said making his heart race in anxiety, and felt like he was just stabbed in the back.
He needed to hear what Zaque said again, to make sure that he did not misheard the words.
"She's planning to bring Quizen with us." Zaque repeated what he said, his eyes shifting from the tea in his hand to the second husband.
Heiren's muscles in his arms flexed as he clenched his hands as a sharp, disapproving glare flickered across his face after he took in Zaque's words, disapproval clear in his gaze.
His body tensed with barely contained frustration, his expression hardening at the mediator's words, with his earlier warm demeanor replaced by an intense look of displeasure.
"That's ridiculous," He snapped, his voice sharp and cold. "She can't bring Quizen with her. She's already taking you with her."
