Right Wing.

"It's Mom."

Shyin said, the towel around his neck seemed to muffle his voice.

"You need to save Lin."

He added, making me spit out my noodles in shock.

[Luca's P.O.V]

"What the fuck did you just say?" I yelled, staring at him in awe.

His facial expression was blank and pale, with no emotions whatsoever. His eyes were only on his ringing phone.

"No..no, there's no way I'm going back to the Guans." I said, after some minutes of silence.

Shyin just shrugged as he picked up the call.

"Hello mom." He said it plainly, in a hoarse voice. And as usual, very sensitive Claire had noticed the change in his voice.

"Are you okay... Did something happen to you?"

"I'm fine, Mom." He said as he heaved a sigh, his shoulders now slumped.

"You don't sound fine, Shyin."

"I threw up earlier; that's what happened." He replied with a shrug.