Chapitre 63: A Blurry Night

"Achooo," a dark-haired boy who was sitting in the corner of a room sneezed, proceeding to rub his hand over his nose while also pulling the blanket on his body closer to himself.

"Mr. Kruxe, are you sure you're okay? You are really cold, and I believe if you would just take up some of our more special services, you would soon find yourself very warm and in the best of health."

"Thank you, but I'm fine," Kruxe said, watching the plump woman in front of him with narrowed eyes and watching as her eyes greedily moved to his backpack, which was placed to the side.

"Ahhh, stupid me, how could I have let her see the contents of my bag?" Kruxe lamented internally.

With his father's demand in the air and Kruxe seeing no reason to trust a man who had sold out his son and wife, Kruxe had decided to take the plunge and flee.