That same night, at the Cross family's mansion, Mr. Cross checked the email his assistant had sent earlier that afternoon.
At the time, the assistant had been so anxious that he had even called Mr. Cross despite knowing he was in the middle of an important meeting.
Now that he finally had a moment to spare, he wanted to see what could possibly have been urgent enough to warrant such panic.
The video opened. It was an interview.
But the moment he saw the person being interviewed, Mr. Cross's pupils contracted.
A young man with yellow hair streaked with shimmering gold, and a pair of unmistakable sapphire-blue eyes.
This was... this was...
He shot to his feet almost instantly and hurried off to find his wife.
