A little while later, Gerald was about to board the helicopter when he saw Welson slowly limping toward him.

“…Welson?” said Gerald.

It was evident that something was wrong with the old man. Even from afar, everyone present could see how dull and gloomy Welson’s eyes were, and he was also walking somewhat zombie-like. It was odd, to say the least.

While Gerald frowned, he decided not to make a move for now.

Since Dylan was from the same generation as Welson, he called out, “Perfect timing, Welson… Since Gerald’s about to head on a long voyage, I’ll call him over to bid you farewell.”

However, Welson didn’t seem to have heard what Dylan said, and he simply continued limping slowly toward them.

“…Welson…?” said Dylan.

“Back off, Dylan!” shouted Daryl out of the blue, his gaze appearing extremely vigilant.

“Welson, are you alright? Did something happen?” asked Daryl, still staring at the old man.

The rest of the Crawfords began peeking at Welson as well, curious as to wh