Chapter 30

Winter handed Race a cold compress. Race's cheek was red and swollen from Raja Michel's hard slap. "Still hurts?" Winter asked. 

"No." Race answered shortly, shaking his head. 

"It's still red and swollen," Winter commented again, looking at Race's cheek. 

"It's okay, it will heal soon. Why are you here, Winter?" Race asked while still holding the compress to his cheek. 

"I came with Father and Mother. I'm sorry about Father's sudden slap earlier. Maybe he couldn't accept that you raised your voice to Uncle Milano," Winter explained. 

"Um... I understand." Race nodded in agreement with Winter's words. Winter was now looking at his cousin with a compassionate expression. 

"Race, why did you get so angry? They are your parents. Just because of Ivy, you got so worked up." 

Hearing Winter's question, Race looked up and gazed at Winter. "Just because? Ivy is my wife, Winter. It's not just..." 

"I know,