Two Months passed.
Gaja Clan main estate.
Inside a mansion, in the private bedroom, a middle-aged man sat on the chair while a middle-aged woman leaned on the headboard while she laid on her side as she looked at Migron who is pacing back and forth in the middle of the room like a cat that got its feet hurt.
"What happened my dear son? You said you need to talk to me, but you are just pacing around. Tell me what do you need?"
Migron's mother asked as she looked at her son.
"Come on now. Tell us what you need or get out." Migron's father looked at his son and said impatiently.
"I feel like I am in some trouble. The deal I made with Grivon seemed to have more than that meets the eye."
"What happened?"
