The door to the conference room was pushed open, and a wheelchair was pushed inside, bringing in the one to whom the hoarse voice which answered belonged to.
"Dad!"
Lumian was surprised by the arrival of his father, and his mother who was pushing the wheelchair, but Ryan was not. He was an old member of an officially non-existent military unit of killers. Even if he had not been trained as a killer, he had been trained to survive. And one did not survive without knowing when and how one was being eavesdropped on. He turned his head, and gave the man who sought to be imposing despite having been weakened by the decline of his health an amused smile:
"So, we have an old eavesdropper with us. Should I say welcome?"
"Show some respect, young man, even if you have no manners."
Evan Softsnow frowned at Ryan, before he turned to Daemon:
"And you, after making my daughter forget all about the education I gave her, what more do you want?"
