No matter what Crayson did, he always put Veronica and the good of the hidden clan first.
"I've watched the girl grow up myself, and honestly speaking, this time…" Crayson sighed, then waved dismissively at Matthew. "You've had a long day as well. Get some rest."
He did not air dirty laundry in front of others.
"Yes, sir," Matthew acknowledged and turned in.
Meanwhile, Hayley frowned as she watched the young man walk away. "Is he staying upstairs as well? Are you sure this is a wise decision?"
'Iron' was a man, after all, and Hayley thought it wasn't proper for him to be staying on the same floor as Veronica.
"Iron's an agile fighter. It's for the benefit of Veronica's safety that I have him stay on her floor. So, he can get to her immediately if anything happens," answered Crayson, who had only given the order after much deliberation.
"I see where you're coming from." Hayley nodded in acknowledgment and said nothing more.
Rather, a hesitant Mateo would shift his gaze over to Hayley with pursed lips every now and then.
Of course, it hadn't gone unnoticed by Hayley, and she smiled at him. "Is there something you want to say, Mateo?"
"Huh? Me?" At that, Mateo scratched his head and chuckled bashfully. "I, um, I do, actually."
"Well, speak up then."
"Really? Anything at all?"
"Look at you…" Hayley shook her head helplessly. "Your grandfather and I have been friends for so long; we're family, are we not? So, tell me. What's bothering you?"
"Ahahaha… I, um… I'll tell you then."
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