It was almost three o'clock in the morning, but Metthew was still busy with the rectangular screen in front of him.
"Son, can't you rest first? Your body needs to rest if you remember," said Hendrick, who suddenly entered Metthew's study in his house.
Out of respect for Hendrick, of course, Metthew stopped his work for a moment and looked at his father, who was standing right beside him.
"I know, but if I leave the thing that I'm looking for right now, it will disturb my mind, and it could be that when I fall asleep, I remember being carried away in my dreams," Metthew said, giving Hendrick an excuse.
The middle-aged man seemed to sigh slowly.
He knew and realized that his son was working for someone he knew not in an ordinary field. After all, he had experienced the same thing in the past. Even he could say sleeping alone was a bonus thing that he could feel if he had really done his job properly and neatly.
