While brushing her teeth, Eleanor shot Royce a quick message: [Professor Duncan, are you coming home for lunch today?]
It took a minute before Royce replied: [What's this? You two trying to treat me to a fancy meal?]
Eleanor: [I've got something I want to talk to you about.]
Royce: [Alright, I'll swing by at noon. Thanks for the invite, then.]
Coincidentally, Royce had been thinking about taking a bit of a break today. He hadn't really checked in on Eleanor's condition lately, given how hectic the past few days had been. Seemed like a good time to catch up—in person.
He owed her that much.
If anything went wrong now, Ethan would probably blow up his lab and ship him off to work in a mine somewhere.
Besides, they were brothers after all.
The guy was almost thirty,
