"H-How did you know?" Tryson stammered, his eyes widening in shock.
But in that instant, he truly hoped that the news she was talking about would not be the one that involved her in any way.
Angel stood there with a strange calmness, her face showing no clear emotions—until suddenly, she walked up to him with a sense of quiet assurance.
At that moment, he couldn't take his eyes off her as she made her way closer to him.
"Tryson," she said, her voice smooth yet laced with amusement, "in our generation, information isn't confined to just one device anymore."
And at that very moment, everything came together in his mind as he quickly turned his eyes towards the television that was situated on the other side of the room.
Of course.
That's how she knew.
In that moment, something in Tryson softened. The only thing that mattered now was making sure Angel was safe.