"About Sinclair's condition..."
Grandpa Luther cast a glance at the mercenary guarding the door before turning his gaze to Luke.
His voice was calm and measured as he asked,
"Has it flared up again?"
"No, not at all," Luke replied, avoiding the old man's piercing stare.
Ramsey kept his head slightly lowered, his voice barely above a whisper.
"President Luther is fine."
At least for now.
Given the circumstances, he could only disclose what was absolutely necessary.
"Sinclair is fine?"
Grandpa Luther's brows knitted together in a deep frown.
"Then... has something happened to Camilla instead?"
Luke: !! Uncle Carlos hadn't said a word about that. Inside the room, Ramsey was in no mood to find amusement in the situation either.
Ramsey paced back and forth in the room, trying to figure out what to say later.
But no matter how hard he thought, nothing came to mind.
Just as he was lost in thought, the door was pushed open from the outside.
