Daxter did not answer Lucas's question right away. His sharp, hawk-like eyes remained locked on his wife's figure.
Lucas's question was not an empty joke without reason. Long before the storm of this fifteen-year separation happened, there had once been a dark chapter involving Haisley and Veronica.
The two women had once shared a romantic relationship in the past. It had not been an ordinary love, back then, Veronica had been deeply obsessed with Haisley, a dark obsession that had nearly destroyed many lives before fate eventually led them onto different paths.
Now, Daxter and Lucas stood side by side, their gazes fixed intensely on the interaction between the two women. They observed every movement, every emotional shift, even the glimmer in Veronica's eyes whenever she looked at Haisley. A tense silence hung between the two men, an unspoken verification to ensure that the remnants of that old love and obsession had truly died, replaced instead by a genuine friendship.
