Lyla pouted. She knew Emmelyn was smart, maybe even smarter than her. So, she finally relented and no longer pretended that she didn't want something out of helping Emmelyn.
"Well... if I help you fake your death here, I want you to go to Atlantea to see my son."
Emmelyn furrowed her brows. She didn't know Lyla had a son. And what did it have to do with her?
"Why do you want me to go to Atlantea to see your son?"
"Because..." Lyla looked away. "I want to curry favor with him."
"Please explain what does it have to do with me." Emmelyn became impatient.
So, she was right that Lyla wanted something. However, she initially thought what Lyla wanted must have something to do with money. Apparently, it was not money that she was after?
