Reves looked up at his father, confusion furrowing his brow.
"Father, are we really leaving the city? What about the company?" His voice wavered slightly, reflecting the turmoil stirring in his young mind.
Nathan didn't respond immediately. He kept his gaze ahead, his expression impassive, like stone.
"I've already assigned someone to handle it," he said, his voice flat and devoid of any warmth.
"The company will manage without us for now." The finality in his tone made it clear there was no room for further discussion.
"But what about our things?" Reves pressed, casting a glance back at their house, where the warm glow of the windows seemed like a cruel reminder of the normalcy they were abandoning.
"Aren't we going to pack? What if we need something?"
Nathan's jaw tightened imperceptibly. He didn't look at Reves, but his voice dropped, cold and urgent.
"There's no time. We leave now."
