"Divorce!?” Leysa gasped, putting her hand on her lips. “You are talking about divorce!” She turned toward her husband who was standing beside her while she was sitting on a chair. “Blake, is he really our child? Did you really inherit our genes?”

Blake glanced at his wife, shaking his head at her dramatic remarks. He was at a loss of words when Lucia informed him about Weylin’s reckless decision.

“Weylin, your father and I have been together for fifteen years,” Leysa stated proudly. “Never did he mention breaking up with me, or divorcing me even though I’m from a normal background. How can you think of divorcing her when she is a well-trained assassin?”

Weylin didn’t say anything. His gaze was glued to the floor. A heartbroken Garaine kept taking glances at her husband, hoping that he would change his mind.

Lucia was standing beside Garaine, comforting her best friend whenever she became tense while Jace stood beside Weylin. The way they were so engrossed in the serious conversatio