Disheartened

Lucia bit her lips as her eyes turned rebellious, "Then let them return him..."

"Return who?" Lucas raised his brows, feeling confused. 

He knew that his sister was not the same anymore. She had been spacing out, not talking to him, not jeering at him, not beating him up.

It was like she had turned into a different person. 

After he came home, he saw that the important people he thought had died were alive and well, so he couldn't understand the reason for her lethargic state.

However, Daniuis frowned at Lucia, "You are not to bring up this topic again..."

"Father, at least get your niece to..."

"Stop it, Lucia!" 

"Tell them to give back Glyn!" Lucia's shout echoed throughout the hall, her expression clouded in anger with tears partly moistening her eyes.

"Father, what is she talking about? Why are the masked people in possession of Glyn?" Lucas asked with a doubtful expression on his face.