"Either you spill or call off the marriage, your choice."
Zeke turned and left, not forgetting to slam the door, which caused the wood to crack.
"Haaa…"
Derek sighed. He had waited until Zeke got out before relaxing his tense muscle. He sat down on his swivel chair with a loud huff, massaging his forehead as the headache started forming itself.
"You did good."
"You think so, Lynn?" He asked. "He seems to hate me for it though."
"You are his father, he couldn't despise you completely."
"Are you actually comforting me, my friend?" Derek barked out a laugh and Lynn chuckled.
"Stop blaming yourself, this is the Queen's order. Everything is classified and you did the right thing," Lynn reassured Derek.
"Sooner or later, this case will also be passed down onto Zeke and I need him to prepare for that. Yet He is still too young, too impulsive," Derek murmured and heaved a long sigh. "It may be his strength, but also his downfall."
