232 – An Inmate
{Vorn's POV}
Dressed in an orange shirt and handcuffed, I left the detention area accompanied by a warden. Once in the visiting room, the warden removed my handcuffs, and I sat down against the glass wall.
There was a skinny man in his 50s with thin hair behind that glass wall. He took the telephone receiver-like object hanging from his side, and I did the same.
"Your mother is in the hospital." His voice sounded as soon as I put the thing to my ear.
"Ah…. How is she doing, dad?" I asked.
His expression grew firmer. "Why don't you show any concern? She got sick because of you. She insisted on coming along, but her condition was terrible."
"Trust me, dad." I sighed. "I'm worried about her."
And I speak the truth. But my mind is focused on my empire in that other world.
Besides that, I'm also used to hiding my feelings. I don't want to show my weakness to my people.