Chapter 252

He dug his hands into his pocket to wad off the cold suddenly enveloping him, his hand tightening around the phone, ringing in his hand.

Nico stared down; seeing his father's name on the screen, he sighed in frustration. Everything seemed to deviate him from the life he chose

Wasn't politics the only thing he had his mind on since childhood? And it had been going well, and then, within a few days, years of hard work went down the drain.

"Take the call, Nico." Clara was in front of him, pouring wine into a glass on the table; with her back turned to Nico, she spoke, "I doubt he knows yet."

He felt like chuckling; if his father knew, that would mean good news to him, wasn't that what Derinem had always wanted?

He raked his hair back, glaring at the far end of the wall, unable to feel his surrounding for minutes.

He had checked out the transceiver and found out it had been cut off already. There was no way to find out who was at the other end, That he had n