Living room.
The youngest son shuddered.
With a bitter expression.
"Can I not go?"
He wasn't worried about his own safety. After all, being part of the consortium, he acted impulsively. Others might die, but he wouldn't; at most he'd be questioned and detained for a while.
However.
Even being detained for a day was something he didn't want.
Upon hearing this.
Cis glared at him.
"Impossible. This time, you ruined a major event. A perfect plan was disrupted with so many incidents by your doing. There's definitely a hidden hand behind prompting this; just tell the truth."
Just now.
After hearing the account, he knew his youngest son had been set up.
Using someone else's hand to kill?
No.
The other consortiums' hand still couldn't kill their family; it was just a successful mess. After today, other consortiums wouldn't be as close to him as before.
Clefts had already appeared.
Recovery?
No use.
Just like spouses.
