"Cyrus, let's go." Violet lifted her head and looked at Cyrus as she spoke. Her eyes held a trace of exhaustion, but more than that, they reflected the relief of having survived the ordeal and a deep sense of reliance on him.
Cyrus nodded slightly, holding Violet close as he turned to leave the interrogation room. Just as they reached the door, however, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway. A group of senior officers in uniform, led by a stern-looking middle-aged man, rushed toward them.
The middle-aged man's expression was cold and severe, his gaze radiating authority. He was none other than Governor Edward, Noah's father. When Edward saw his son lying battered and groaning in pain inside the interrogation room, his face instantly darkened with rage.
"Cyrus, how dare
