Stephen should've known when Hugo told him a new driver came to fill in. It had already happened, not just once in the past. However, a part of his mind wanted to deny it. After all, he still wanted to cling to the slightest bit of hope that those people who put his son in jail had forgotten about it.
After all, Stephen had already made peace with the fact that his only son was imprisoned.
He still had his wife and daughter, who were enjoying all the peace in the world under his protection. And Stephen wanted to keep it that way. He could only wish that Sven, who had found a way to the Lord, would continue to reflect on his actions.
"Though so."
Hugo studied his uncle's red face for a moment, then shifted his attention to the person he had just tossed on the ground. His foot tapped on the floor as he stared at the person, who barely had a bruise on his cheek.