Chapter 215: Seems like I’m a child
"I apologize on his behalf," Layla said softly.
"You don’t have to, Layla," Demitri replied, placing his mug down on the table with a gentle clink. His gaze remained steady, though a flicker of unease passed through his eyes. "I always knew that one day Lucius would do it. You shouldn’t let this trouble you."
"How can I not be worried?" Layla countered, a hint of disappointment lacing her words. Her lips curled into a faint, bitter smile as her gaze dropped to the table. "It pains me to see him working so hard, painstakingly piecing together every shred of evidence he finds. Do you know the first time I saw him? He was drenched in the rain, covered in bruises, and looked utterly devastated. I can still picture the look on his face."
Demitri remained silent, lowering his eyes to avoid her piercing gaze.
Layla sighed, realizing it wouldn’t be right to pressure him further. "If that’s your decision, then I respect it. But for Lucius’s sake, please reconsider. I beg you." She stood up, placing a few bills on the table. "I’ll take my leave now. Thank you for giving me your time, and once again, I’m sorry." Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked out of the café.
Roderick was waiting by the car, his sharp eyes catching sight of Layla as she approached. Without a word, he opened the door for her and stepped aside, allowing her to settle into the passenger seat.
Once inside, Layla leaned her head against the window, her troubled expression reflected in the glass. Roderick didn’t ask anything immediately, giving her space as he started the car and drove toward home.
Midway through the drive, he finally broke the silence. "Why are you upset?" he asked, glancing at her briefly.
Layla remained quiet, her thoughts elsewhere.