1338 The Prodigals’ Return (Part 2)

Just looking into Lith's eyes had covered Crefas in a cold sweat. He had met enough criminals to recognize someone who had no qualms to hogtie him with weights, throw him into a well, and make a wish.

'Vastor, instead, looks like a man desperate enough to chase someone who could be his daughter and stupid enough to do anything to keep her by his side.' Crefas thought.

"Not much, just a couple of years." Vastor said with a warm smile. "Yet it took me less than one hour to notice the abuses she was subjected to. I always wondered how could you miss it or why you didn't stand in court by her side when Zinya fought for her children's custody."

Vastor's act was so perfect that Clefas stuttered in embarrassment the excuses he had repeated from the day Zinya had become a widow. Otherwise he would have noticed much sooner that the Professor neither listened nor believed a word Clefas said.