Do You Dislike It?
"Mother, I understand. Don't worry!"
Lora gently touched her son's head.
She truly couldn't bear it, but she wouldn't stop Van either.
Her son had his own thoughts and judgments, and it was impressive that he had developed a sense of responsibility at such a young age.
This was a good thing.
Cheney's eyes also glistened with moisture.
He worried about Van as well, but silently helped Van attach the chips to his temples.
Lora stood there, motionless.
Marcus walked over and embraced her shoulders.
Although no one said anything, Van knew that his family was concerned about him.
He pursed his lips and closed his eyes.
He would do his best to save Shadow.
Of course, he wouldn't act recklessly.
If he couldn't succeed, he would withdraw in time.
He couldn't afford to have any accidents.
If something happened to him, his parents and family would worry, and he wouldn't even protect Irene properly.
Moreover, even if he failed this time, there would be another chance!