On the other hand, the Kael was far calmer.
He looked at his mother with steady eyes and spoke quietly,
"You can't blame Ivy." His voice didn't shake, even though his fingers were clenched.
"The moment Max chose to become a soldier, he already put his life on the line."
He inhaled slowly, forcing himself to continue.
"If you came here thinking she would take responsibility and give you money, then you're the one in the wrong. Not her."
Those words struck the mother hard.
She faltered, her expression stiffening.
'He's right…' she thought unwillingly. Her intentions had never been pure.
Even after her son turned into a zombie, she had secretly hoped for compensation, a pension, some form of accountability from Ivy.
'If I can get that,' she had reasoned, 'I won't have to struggle anymore.'
She panicked when her daughter noticed her hesitation, but the girl quickly leaned in, lowering her voice.
