Both of Caleb Baker's parents knew him well.
Though he was often unemotional, even these seemingly indifferent words were enough to indicate the weight that woman held in his heart. There was no need for them to doubt him; he would indeed go through with it.
He was never one to be restricted by norms or rules.
Because of his character, Mathias Baker squinted at his younger son, "I have a general understanding of what happened at the police station. The issue now is not just her accusing the second house, but she is also implicated. Perhaps she will not be entirely spared in the future, and may even face charges. Yet you insist on standing by her side?"
"Yes."
It was a succinct and decisive one-word answer.
Within the warmth of the room, echoes seemed to bounce around.
Reverberating with increasing intensity.
A resolution hardened through to the depths of his soul.
Mathias Baker's stoic face changed.
