“Aaron Bale,” Lyra called out, her voice a bit laced with seriousness, “I'm talking to you. Say something,” she demanded, groaning over the phone.
Aaron cleared his throat, letting out a cough. He robbed his head and wiped the traces of sweat that formed on his forehead. He could feel his heartbeat and in an instant, panic surged through him.
Aaron tried to speak up like the man he was but his lips felt stuck and all he could do was to gulp down his saliva nervously. Aaron looked around the walls of his office and leaned on his wheelchair, letting out a deep sigh.
“You're still not talking, you son of Bale. What exactly is going on? Are you lying to me? Talk to me, Aaron. And you better not lie to me. I'm warning you...”
“Of course not,” Aaron answered with his voice breaking, “I'm no
