After the enraged villagers dispersed, the once chaotic courtyard finally grew quiet again. Only then did Issac Monroe turn toward his mother Iris Monroe, his sister Hailey, and the few people still standing near them.
“Mom… Hailey… are you both alright?”
“Hmmph!”
“Hmmph!”
Two cold snorts struck him from both sides before he finished speaking.
One came from Hailey Monroe, who had been glaring at him for a while.
The other came from Avery Lane, arms folded, expression frosty.
Issac froze for half a second, baffled.
The moment his eyes met Avery’s, he felt an embarrassing jolt of realization.
Right—yesterday at Southport Airport, he might have spoken a bit too harshly.
It wasn’t that Avery didn’t want to intervene; rather, she was merely a small-team captain of the Shieldhall. Faci
