บท 551: EMMA’S FATHER

"Nathan Makonel, you haven't said anything since this meeting started. But we would like to hear your input now, brother. Are you that torn with happiness?" Kane questioned the tall, finely sculpted man sitting right across him, on the long rectangular oakwood table, whose head was bowed low as if in deep thought.

Nathan didn't answer. Not yet.

Kane looked at the other ancients gathered around the table and sighed. They would have to wait till Nathan was ready to talk. His friend has always been like that. Not easily moved or pressured. Hard as rock. Just like a first born prince was.