He turned his gaze to Nick, his expression particularly disapproving.
"Nick, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Nick opened his mouth to speak, but his voice came out a bit disoriented, as if he was struggling to find the right words.
Before Nick could say anything incriminating, Ivanna quickly pushed her arm against him, subtly warning him to stay quiet. Her eyes darted to Nick's abdomen,reminding him not to reveal his injury, and Nick caught the hint, biting back his words.
As Christan, Lillaine, and Nicolas looked at the three siblings, they saw a stark contrast to their usual polished selves.
Neal's hair was messy and airy, sticking out in every direction, while Nick's normally neat locks were similarly disheveled. Even Ivanna, who usually stood out for her tidiness, had a few strands of hair scattered out of place.
