Chapter 60: Ch 60 : The Distance Between Fingertips
When Nord and Lia returned home, they were met with an unexpected visitor.
"Father... sir." Nord gazed at the stern-looking middle-aged man before him and called out softly.
Lia, on the other hand, hid timidly behind Nord, peeking out with only a small part of her head showing.
The middle-aged man standing before Nord had short dark-gold hair.
His features were undeniably handsome, but his expression remained solemn and unsmiling, giving off an air of rigid discipline.
He was dressed in a black suit, with not a single wrinkle visible from his tie to his sleeves, exuding an impeccable sense of order.
"Good afternoon, Father," Nord greeted him.
The man's expression didn't change in the slightest as he simply nodded and asked in a calm tone, "Nord, I heard that you haven't attended a single dissection class since the very first session?"
"Well... I apologize," Nord lowered his head and responded.
"Forget it," the middle-aged man said, showing no signs of reproach.
Instead, he turned to Nord and Lia and said, "Nord, Lia, follow me."