"What is the name of your son and where I can find him?" Emmelyn finally asked Lyla.
The brothel owner's eyes widened. She didn't expect Emmelyn to ask the question. What did she mean by that? Did she WANT to go to Atlantea and meet with Lysander?
"Uhm.. my son's name is Lysander. He lives in Summerian capital now and is hoping to serve the king," Lyla quickly replied. "Are you... by any chance, plan to go to Summeria?"
"Maybe," said Emmelyn curtly. "I will think about it."
"Oh, please do..." Lyla's face was beaming with happiness. Even if Emmelyn only said she would think about it, Lyla thought there was hope in her words. Emmelyn didn't immediately reject her proposal.
So... there was a chance that Emmelyn would say yes tomorrow.
Well, a mother could dream, couldn't she?
Mrs. Adler couldn't guess what was on Emmelyn's mind. She was so adamant about leaving just now, but suddenly she said she would think about it?
