Jaegar met his father's gaze, his own eyes reflecting a blend of emotions, a mosaic of confusion, curiosity, and anger.
Jaegar maintained an unwavering gaze, refusing to yield under the weight of the pressure emanating from his father. In a voice that resonated with determination, he posed a poignant question, "Did you love my mother?"
Angus, caught off guard and visibly perplexed, sought clarification, "What?"
Jaegar, resolute and unfazed, chose not to repeat the inquiry. Instead, he continued to scrutinize the man before him, this figure he hesitated to call his father. There was an unmistakable sense that this being transcended the boundaries of normal human existence—his expressions, posture, and aura conveyed an illusory quality that demanded Jaegar's heightened attention. His instincts signalled a need to remain acutely attuned to every nuance.
