Her brows knitted together as unease settled in, and she quickly placed a call to her driver.
Not long after, the driver arrived. Lyria hurriedly helped Zaryon into the car and rushed him to the hospital.
On the way, she sent a message to Fenric:
[I will be leaving first, something came up.]
After that, she tossed her phone onto the seat and held Zaryon's hand, not knowing what else to do.
The message made Fenric misunderstand.
Thinking back to how he had left them earlier, the reason he had not called out was not out of magnanimity, but because he wanted someone in this new family of theirs to be on his side especially since he had already noticed that the others would not be easy to deal with.
Although Lyria was kind to them, she had not truly let them into her heart yet.
His gaze lingered on the message for a moment longer than necessary, his fingers tightening slightly around his phone.
