On the highway heading back to Veyport City, the Bentley cruised steadily under the night sky.
Veil leaned back in the rear seat, letting out a long, weary sigh now and then. His gaze was distant, tinged with helplessness.
"Don't be sad. There was nothing anyone could've done about Dorian Wilson. Maybe… that was just his fate," Lyra said softly, gently patting his shoulder in comfort.
"Lyra… I feel awful. My heart just hurts." Veil shifted slightly, stealing a glance at her. Seeing she didn't push him away, he laid his head against her chest, pressing his ear to her heartbeat. His voice was full of anguish. "Why? Why did it have to happen like this?"
"Maybe he didn't want to see you lose so much money… In a way, Dorian Wilson helped you save a huge amount."
As she spoke, Lyra began gently massaging his temples, her slender fingers moving in soothing circles, searching for the right words to ease his pain.
