And it made perfect sense; after all, Lucien was now living in this body, with this flesh and blood, and these memories.
How could he remain completely indifferent?
"Do not be sad anymore." Lucien murmured softly: "I will help you deal with that family, so rest in peace."
Dominic Vance walked back inside, bringing with him a gust of cold air from the balcony. Seeing that Lucien was twisting the hem of his own shirt, the older man sat down beside him and grasped his hand.
"Do not worry too much, I have already sent people to take care of it."
Lucien looked up at the man, his eyes still brimming with tears. He parted his lips as if to say something, but ultimately just gave a small nod and lowered his head again.
Dominic Vance did not let go of his hand.
That night, Lucien lay alone in his room, staring up at the pitch-black ceiling. His phone had been confiscated by Dominic Vance, so he could no longer go online to monitor the situation.
