He raised his head and saw Darius standing there with his hands behind his back. He was staring into the distance through the window but immediately sensed Ansel’s movements. “You can be frank and say anything you want to.”

Ansel smiled, but it only made one feel bitter and sorrowful. He shook his head. “No, I don’t have any thoughts or opinions over my father’s death.”

Darius raised an eyebrow. He’d imagined countless reactions Ansel would’ve had toward Elton’s death, but this wasn’t one of them. He bit his lip. After a moment of silence, he said, “If you need time to think things over and process the situation, I can leave. Once you’ve settled down, you can come and look for me. Whether in Ashweir City or Almiron City, my door will always open for you.”

Ansel looked at Darius and tried his best to smile, but it looked terrible. Moreover, it only made one feel like something heavy was weighing their heart down. So, Darius averted his gaze.

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