Henrik didn't outright say it was his wife, but Atlas knew she was the first person Henrik suspected. Still, one couldn't point fingers just yet. Not when the bigger picture suggested something more than merely dethroning Henrik, but the total annihilation of the Bellemonte family in a war against the Order.
They didn't think the wife wanted that. Hence, they refrained from speculating.
"Sis!!"
Lola was just about to step off the chopper when she heard a familiar shout ahead. Looking up, she saw Slater waving both arms wildly, a wide grin stretched across his face.
"Goodness," she murmured. "I thought he'd be a little more depressed."
Relief softened her heart as she clasped Atlas's waiting hand. With his help, she stepped forward toward the residence where Slater stood.
The chopper's blades whipped up strong winds, making it difficult to walk casually. Even so, people lingered nearby as the blades gradually slowed.
