"I do apologize. I lost my composure."
Taking the medicine handed to him by someone at his side, Anson Colt tilted his head back and swallowed it down. He reached out and pushed the tea in front of him a little farther away.
"It's all right," Naomi Kenway said. "Elder Colt, if you're not feeling well, perhaps you should rest for a bit."
Hearing Naomi Kenway's concerned words, Anson Colt's eyes welled up again. He looked up, sighed, and met her gaze. His eyes, weathered by time, were not cloudy but still bright, yet they seemed to conceal countless sorrows.
"Thank you for your concern, but this is just an old ailment of mine. It's nothing serious. Let's discuss the collaboration."
