Seeing the lady he had sacrificed himself for, the middle-aged man whose skin had already turned red as his colleague, had mixed feelings in his eyes. On one hand, he was angered, anxious and worried for the young lady, and on the other hand, he was happy that he meant this much to her.
Having looked since she was twelve, the man had already thought of her as a half-daughter of his even though he knew that wasn't possible. When he was assigned to protect the little girl eight years ago, it was a permanent job; one he did because of the pay. But at the moment, it was simply because of his fatherly feelings for her.
"Get away now. It's not too late." The man said.
