Naturally, the person in charge was talking about Xavia. After all, since Zivon had come all the way here, it’d only be natural for him to want to see her too. As for why the person in charge initiated the question, he was honestly just hoping to leave a good impression on Zivon. To think that he’d get this response…
It was almost like she didn’t matter to him in the slightest… Thinking back, why would Zivon concern himself with his sister-in-law’s matters? Realizing that he had messed up, the person in charge quickly said, “…I… I was just wondering if you’d like some refreshments or snacks…”
“There’s no need for any of that,” replied Zivon as he walked forward in a dignified manner.
The person in charge himself couldn’t help but wipe the cold sweat off his already drenched forehead. After giving himself a quick pat on his chest, he quickly followed Zivon…
It took quite a few twists and turns, but eventually, they arrived at the deepest cell in the prison… The iron door was opened, and the cell looked completely different compared to the other cells.
For one, there was only a single bed in the tidy cell. However, there was also a bathroom, as well as a closed floor-to-ceiling window that displayed a panoramic view of mountains and rivers outside… Rather than giving a suffocating feeling, the cell somehow felt like a leisurely paradise…
Regardless, seated at the table—that had some tea leaves as well as a tea set on it—was an old man who’s clean, silverish-white hair grew to his shoulders… Though the man looked peaceful, the wrinkles on his face showed just how much he had experienced before in life. His long, white beard only served to make him even more amicable…
If others were to see him, they’d surely be compelled to call him an immortal being rather than a prisoner…
Whatever the case was, Zivon—who had brought some snacks over—walked in before saying, “Fourth Uncle.”
Looking up, the old man then pushed a cup of tea toward Zivon as he replied, “Ten past ten… You’re right on time as usual. Have some tea.”
“You’re as calculative as ever, Fourth Uncle…” muttered Zivon as he took a seat. Following that, the iron door was closed behind them, causing the atmosphere to grow silent.
Opening the box of snacks, he then laid them out before having a taste of the tea. Though everyone knew that Zivon didn’t drink tea, the truth was, Zivon only drank tea brewed by his fourth uncle.
A short while later, Zivon was prompted to say, “As sweet and aromatic as ever…”
“…Oh? He’s recovered from his illness? Thank god… I can’t wait to hear the little one call me Fourth Grandpa…”
“That chance will surely come. Truth be told, I had planned to bring him over today, though he wasn’t in a good mood. Even so, there’ll be plenty of time for you two to spend together once you’re freed.”
“Indeed… Still, last I remember, I’m pretty sure the doctor said that it was difficult for Maison to ever speak up… With that in mind, how did he get cured?” asked the curious old man.
A rather complicated expression appeared on Zivon’s face as he eventually said, “…He… felt maternal love for the first time…”
“…Ah… So that was what he needed… Do remind Jenna to continue taking good care of the child… Naturally, the same goes for you. And what do you mean we shouldn’t get emotional? You’re married now and you should be enjoying your time with Jenna. After all, children can only feel the warmth of having a family when their parents are happy…”
“Speaking of which… Do you think that person will return? Even if she does, you’re already a married man…” muttered the old man who was the only person daring enough to speak of this matter…
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