The next day was still sunny, but it was increasingly dry and cold.
Ethan got up early again; today was the day of the family meeting, and he had to go to the company.
He picked out a black suit and matched it with a dark blue patterned tie, making him appear deep and inscrutable.
Looking at himself in the mirror, in just two months, his excessively handsome face had developed some sharp edges and a hint of weariness. Now, no one would dare to underestimate this overly young-looking face.
After having breakfast, Ethan set out from home.
But he wasn't going straight to the company; he was going to pick up Virel.
After Virel's injuries healed pretty much, he returned to the tavern to recuperate.
When he arrived at the tavern, Virel was ready. He too had changed into a black suit today, sitting in a lavishly crafted wheelchair that Ethan had spent a considerable amount on, looking impressive, although his spirits weren't particularly high.
