Take care of her. (Unedited)

Freedom was what they value most and they will never bend their heads in front of anyone and as long as it was about Kruel. That man will never understand anyone equal to him.

"Still we should look into it," Zachary said.

"And I wanted to discuss something…"

"Father…" 

As they were talking they heard Zivan's cheery voice.

The young man was standing near the door. He walked in as his father nodded.

"Did you complete the work?" Zachary asked.

"How can I delay?" The young man said.

"Good evening mother, Hello brother," he gritted both his mother and eldest brother before taking a seat beside Donovan.

"Well, here it is," Zivan pushed a small envelope near his father.

Zachary took the red envelope and opened it. Inside was a black paper on which the letters were printed in golden ink made from gold.