The evening banquet was held at C&C's Spanish restaurant, but before it officially began, Ned and his father, Jonathan Harrington, had a brief two-minute conversation in the second-floor café.
"Did you get it?" Jonathan looked at his son.
Ned nodded. "I went to Dean Massey this afternoon, but the sample I obtained was very small…" he said in a low voice.
"That's fine. Even if it's just a single strand of hair, Massey can still produce a test result." Jonathan gave him a reassuring nod. "Is there anything I need to do?"
Ned shook his head.
"Alright then. The banquet is about to start—we can't be late as the hosts. Let's head upstairs together!" Jonathan stood up first and walked out. Ned flipped open his phone, his brows furrowing tightly.
