In the Luther residence.
Grandpa Luther sat in the main seat.
Both Sinclair and Camilla sat on both sides, to the left and the right, respectively.
"Camilla" Grandpa Luther turned to look at Camilla, with a querying look in his eyes.
"You have seen Sinclair's condition.
Tell grandfather the truth, can he fully recover?"
The events of last night ignited a glimmer of hope in his heart once more. Camilla lowered her gaze, hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided to speak the truth.
"Some things have seeped deep into the bone marrow, full recovery... is quite difficult."
Grandpa Luther nodded, not saying a word.
Yet, a trace of disappointment flickered across his aged face. Sinclair remained indifferent.
As if it matters Grandpa Luther and Camilla discussed had nothing to do with him.
"However, rest assured," Although Camilla was speaking with Grandpa Luther, her gaze was fixed intently on Sinclair.
