As the low voice resounded in his ears, Cain turned his head. Near the bed where the silver-haired woman rested, a man in his mid-thirties stood imposingly. His sharp blue eyes scrutinize him.
He wore a formal white suit, a loosened red tie, and an open button. Even his short platinum blonde hair was a mess, giving him a disheveled appearance. The man also had a rough breath and sweat streaming down his temple.
Solid proof of the man was also received in the news recently, just like Luna, and he rushed toward home.
'Is he Luna's father?'
Cain gulped, clenching his fists. The boy's stiff lips were intended to open his mouth, but shifted his attention to the side as he watched a long silver hair flutter elegantly and gently settled herself near the bed, crouching down to match the woman's level.
"M-Mother?"
