Son?!
Yoland's hand trembled slightly, nearly spilling the wine in his glass.
Why would Sinclair suddenly mention his son?
Unless...?!
Meeting those unfathomable, all-seeing dark eyes of Sinclair, an inexplicable unease crept into Yoland's heart.
"Sir, you must have forgotten," His assistant interjected smoothly with a practiced smile, noticing his employer's discomfort.
"Mr. Yoland's son's coming-of-age ceremony is in two months.
Our people are currently assisting Madam with the preparations."
That's right.
He deployed numerous bodyguards to protect his wife and son.
Had anything happened, he would've been notified immediately.
Besides, they were safely in S City, far from the Mileage borderlands. Comprehension dawned on Yoland's face as his practiced smile returned.
"Indeed, two more months.
May I ask why you inquired about him so suddenly?"
"Two months?"
Sinclair swirled the crimson liquid in his glass, his thin lips curling into a faint smirk.
