He heard impatience and indifference in Lilac Serval's tone, as well as a mixture of heartlessness.
If that day ever came, he would keep his promise and not fight back.
If some mistakes could be offset with one's life, then let it be...
Old debts must eventually be repaid.
Both fell into silence.
Over the phone, they could hear each other's breathing, unhurried and steady, amidst the noise of the pouring rain.
Raindrops mixed with hail, pattering against the glass, wave after wave.
Lilac Serval's other hand was gradually getting cold, with a chill spreading throughout her body, her blood flowing faster.
Charles Mcintosh knew Lilac Serval's temperament; he suppressed the pain in his body and slowly began speaking—
"Little Lilac, don't go out tonight. It's windy and rainy. Just stay in the villa."
"..."
"As for Mr. Cheney, I'll make a phone call later. Elder Childe beat me up like this; he clearly doesn't want me to help Mr. Cheney."
"Serves you right."