A sudden thought struck Ethan, sending a chill down his spine. He turned to Donovan and asked, "Em, are you absolutely sure you don't have children?"
Donovan blinked in confusion. "Kid, I never even got married. Where the hell would a child come from? Don't go around tarnishing my reputation! You want me to come out and beat your ass?"
"Heh…"
Ethan narrowed his eyes, watching the old man's over-the-top reaction.
With a knowing tone, he said, "You know… not being married doesn't necessarily mean—"
"Shut the hell up!"
Donovan cut him off, his face turning red. The more Ethan spoke, the more agitated Donovan became. Even his eyes started darting around suspiciously.
'Wait… could this old man actually have a secret kid somewhere?'
Ryan didn't seem to care about their exchange. Holding the engraved wooden slab, he casually tossed it into the barrier.
"Get ready, I'm setting you free—"
"Wait—!" Donovan suddenly shouted, but it was too late. The wooden slab was already airborne.
