"Do you think Mia would be of enough help?" asked Harold again.
The emperor laughed coldly, there was no warmth in his eyes at this moment, "do you think anyone would be of help if she was trapped in a cursed place, Harold? Do you think Victor or Cynthia would be of help. Even you would not be able to help your daughter." he added coldly.
Harold knew this was the truth, but still hearing it so coldly hurt him. He clenched his fists but nodded since he could not do anything about it, he stood up and bowed his head,
"Then I would take my leave."
The emperor nodded, "go and send Victor here as soon as possible"
Harold nodded as he went out.
Walking back to the carriage he telepathy called to Victor, who had just been woken up by maids.
He was groggy since he slept just two hours ago, but looking at his father calling him, immediately made him alert.
"Yes father," he asked once the call got connected.