I almost died because of him.
And even when I survived, I was confined like a captured animal.
The more I thought about it, the more irritated I became.
I would have definitely snitched to Mom if today wasn't important.
But I needed to return to L Corp tonight.
If I caused trouble now and forced Dad to sleep in my room as punishment, it would complicate things.
So I swallowed it.
For now.
Later that night, I returned to L Corp.
The atmosphere was tense the moment I stepped inside.
The meeting hall lights were on. Lyra was already there, along with P Corp's director, Patricia, and a few core members.
All of them had stiff expressions.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I walked in.
Lyra looked up at me. Her brows were furrowed. She seemed hesitant.
"Your Cursed Item defended against an attack today," she said slowly.
I tilted my head. "That's a good thing. Why do you all look like someone died? Was Dante injured?"
"No," she replied quickly. "He wasn't injured. But…"
