Axel only grunted faintly, his look cold as he stared at his father.

'Tsk, I really don't look like him.' Axel quietly snorted in disdain. His thoughts were more mature than his age and appearance.

Alasdair seemed to have caught on to what Axel was disgruntled about. He was about to shoot him a glare when he remembered his kids were still at war with him. Alasdair could only suck in his unhappiness while trying his best to search for where Anna might be.

Meanwhile, Aron was restless. His fingers shook restlessly as he tried clicking on numbers on his keyboard. His forehead was covered in sweat as he bit...