"I've told you more than once,"
Jonathan poured himself a steaming cup of tea, his brows furrowed with unmistakable irritation.
"Stay composed no matter what happens. Otherwise, you'll accomplish nothing."
"Yes,"
The gaunt man's lips trembled slightly before he managed to steady himself and nod.
"Understood,
sir."
"Now, speak,"
Jonathan lowered his head to sip his tea, his voice heavy.
"What exactly happened?"
The thin man swallowed hard, forcing his tone to remain calm.
"The men we sent to tail Grandpa Luther were caught.
Only one out of the four managed to escape."
"Pfft—"
Tea sprayed from Jonathan's mouth as he erupted into violent coughing.
"Cough... cough..."
The gaunt man swallowed hard, his expression rigid as he stepped forward to pat Jonathan's back.
"Sir, are you alright?"
Jonathan responded with a sharp slap, his face dark and terrifying.
"Do I look alright to you?
*Cough*, *cough*."
