Silence had enveloped Alice's room. But it wasn't suffocating. It was full of warmth, disbelief, and unspoken joy.
Rudeous stared at the boy, his mouth slightly parted, eyes struggling to accept what they were seeing.
"Logan…" he repeated with a softer voice.
"Yes, Father," Logan replied, stepping forward.
A storm of emotions flickered in Rudeous's eyes—shock, relief, confusion, guilt. And finally… pride. But unlike Alice, he didn't rush forward or let his emotions overtake him. Instead, he closed his eyes, took a long breath, and nodded slowly.
"You're really alive," Rudeous said. He tried to act tough but the slight tenderness in his voice betrayed his effort. "Thank God! We almost thought you were….." he couldn't finish his sentence.
Logan smiled faintly. "Sorry for worrying you too."
