Noan did not lift his head. He slowly stood up, brushed off the dust on his body, and then turned to walk inside the house.
"Noan!" Caleb shouted, "Are you blaming me?"
Noan suddenly stopped just as he stepped through the main door. He sighed and asked, "Am I supposed to be grateful to you after you betrayed me?"
"I betrayed you?" Caleb scoffed, his tone laced with contempt. "Noan, that was your mistake. If you hadn't exposed the food pills, I wouldn't have known, Hawke wouldn't have known, and you wouldn't have become his target."
"Ah!" Noan let out a long sigh. "So if I choose to be a good person, that makes me a fool?"
Caleb snorted disdainfully. "Huh! And what if I told you that's exactly the case?"
Noan said nothing more. He stepped inside the house and closed the door behind him.
Caleb frowned. His expression shifted several times before settling into an eerie calmness.