97. Strings

“Do you like it?” Jonathan appeared out of nowhere, looking at him with an unreadable expression. “I’ll ask again. Do you like it, boy?”

Haze gulped, but steeled himself for what to come. He didn’t have other choice but to place the sword down before something he didn’t want could happen. “Me liking it or not has nothing to do with everything.”

Steel grey eyes bored into his own, scrutinising. “Indeed.”

Standing there in tense silence had never been in Haze’s mind. He only wanted to clear his head from the cold debate inside the meeting room. Accidentally being caught red-handed by Jonathan was a big mistake. He’d be lucky if nothing happened after this.

Haze turned on his heel, “Now, excuse–“

“Stay.”

He stopped on his track. An eyebrow raised.

“Follow me.”

Internally debating himself, Haze hesitantly followed the old man in the end. Despite his old age and the terminal cancer that would soon overtake hi
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