Silas s he tilled before masking his nervousness with a calm facade,
"May I ask why?"
Even though he tried his best to hide the overprotectiveness in his tone, Freya heard it.
Freya sighed helplessly; she didn't know whether to scold her son or cry at the fact that he had now learnt to defy her.
'I think if Ivy asked him to become her lapdog, he would become one with joy!'
"I won't eat her. I just want to confirm something."
Silas pursed his lips before saying calmly,
"I wasn't worried about that. I just hope that you won't scold her or say anything harsh."
Freya: "..." Look! Look! This is the child I had raised!
With exasperation on her face, Freya snorted,
"If I wanted to say harsh things, I wouldn't have called you."
Silas felt assured, his tone became light as he replied, "Alright, I will bring her home."
"No. Bring her to the lab." Freya's words were laced with urgency.
For a brief moment, Silas paused before asking,
