[Present Time]
Zoren let out a deep breath, the memory of what had just happened playing vividly in his mind.
There hadn't been a bomb in Jonathan's house. It was a false report—part of the same setup orchestrated by the man who stabbed Jonathan and nearly shot Zoren.
A ploy to draw them out… for that very reason.
"It's alright," Penny whispered softly. Without needing any explanation, she reached out and gently took his bloodstained hand—his fingers barely cleaned, the stains lingering like a reminder of what couldn't be washed away.
She offered him a small, reassuring smile and nodded.
"Mint, take care of Cassandra Smith," she ordered, her eyes still on Zoren.
Then she turned to meet Atlas's gaze. "I'll call you tomorrow for the details, First Brother."
Atlas glanced at his sister briefly before his eyes shifted back to Zoren. His lips parted as if he had something to say… but then, he thought better of it and simply nodded.
