Chapter 11: The scent of Tobacco
Renar was preparing to leave his office when the door swung open. A black-haired girl rushed in, breathless, her gaze locking onto him.
"Sir, the woman... you'll be needed there."
"Me? Why?"
Renar stepped out at once, the girl following close behind.
"The surgery went well. The baby is safe too."
He stopped abruptly. The girl widened her eyes, nearly bumping into him. He wanted to ask more but held back, choosing instead to find out for himself later.
Before resuming his steps, he pressed a phone into her hand. She blinked in confusion.
"Arsy, it's hers. The battery's dead. Leave it be and just keep it safe for now. And... about what I asked earlier?"
Arsy paused, then her expression shifted as she recalled something.
"Ah, I did a background check. There's another Ashcroft family in the capital. Their daughter is in the Lykon Society too. Should I call her?"
Renar frowned. Could that be why Lethia sought refuge in Brookwood? Was she trying to find her family in the capital?