SILAS’S PovI stood still, not because I was surprised— no. But because I pitied him.

He looked rough, like he had barely had enough sleep in the past few days, besides how could he when he was being watched by the investigation bureau.

His life would have been miserable but I had sympathy for his wife who was caught in the crossfires.

I wouldn’t want to be in his shoes.

I let out a soft smirk as I ignored him and went to sit in my chair, behind my desk.

He tried walking closer to me but ...