"…Your mother and I have a plan," the Baron continued quietly.
Lucas lifted his gaze. "Plan? What kind of plan?"
The Baroness walked closer. Her steps were calm, but her face was tense. She stopped right in front of Lucas, then placed both hands on his shoulders.
"This is an emergency plan," she said gently, yet clearly.
Lucas frowned. "Emergency?"
The Baron looked slightly awkward. He shifted in his seat, then cleared his throat softly.
"It doesn't mean we don't believe in you," he said quickly. "We're just… considering all possibilities."
In that instant, Lucas understood.
There were no positive possibilities in their minds.
They simply didn't believe he could win.
Lucas didn't show it. His expression remained flat. He even leaned back slightly in his chair.
"Get to the point," he said. "What exactly is this emergency plan?"
The Baron met Lucas's eyes, then gave a small nod.
