Aamon froze. He didn't want to remember that painful day he wanted to forget. Remembering his son always caused a sharp pain in his heart. He quickly hid the pain in his eyes as he replied with a gentle smile.
"Why?"
"Can I go see him when I'm discharged? I'm on a sick leave anyway, right?"
"Of course you can, my princess."
Angela leaned her head against her father's shoulder as she recalled what happened earlier.
The museum... Rogue... A voice...
Her calm face immediately turned upside down making her face into a scowl.
Even while she was fighting for her life, she could hear that girl's voice clearly. She can never forget what that girl said to her.
'She's just being a baby. I'm sure her older brother will come to console her.'
"Dad... Do you kno-"
