บท 588: Better Late Than Never

Northern lowered his head and supported his forehead with a finger. He was hiding his facial expression from everyone.

All the muscles of his facial features twitched from an intense desire to let out a burst of ominous laughter and cry at the same time, but Northern suppressed them, not wanting to be asked what exactly went wrong.

Even so, his shoulders still trembled where he stood.

"Is he crying?" Rafel cocked his head slowly as he observed Northern.

Others were also as inquisitive, only silently—their expressions betrayed their thoughts.

Ryan, however, was slightly different. There was a look of determination that rose upon his face, his hands tightly folded into a wrecking ball, capable of breaking even the strongest of walls.

He had never been known to be ridden with such determined look sparkling in his eyes. Ryan was the indifferent type, and everyone that knew him so far had come to settle with his introverted nature.