Although this statement was disrespectful, I couldn't care less for Hendrix's sake.
If this issue remained in Hendrix's heart, bothering him with no end in sight, his whole life would be affected by this.
Johannes smiled. "You've sent someone to investigate Hendrix. Are you really going to tell me you still don't know why?"
"Why..."
"Enough!"
Before I could continue saying what I wanted to, Hendrix's yell came from the phone hidden on the shelf.
Since the phone had not been put on speaker mode, Hendrix must have been hysterical. His voice rang across the room.
One could imagine how much pain Johannes had caused by abandoning Hendrix.
This was also why Johannes was aware of my intention to gauge information from him.
He followed the sound and looked in the direction of the shelf. After a moment, he casted a knowing glance at me.
A look of surprise, contempt, and panic flashed across his eyes.
Johannes stood up and walked to the cabinet. He raised his voice and said, "What a lovely couple you both are. Hendrix, you've found a good wife, but unfortunately, you're well out of luck. You're destined to let her down. Think about it - if you hand the babies over, there won't be a need for us to meet head-on."
After that, he turned and left.
Everything felt like it was being unraveled yet had a thick fog blurring over it.
I only came back to my senses after the sound of his footsteps completely disappeared. I walked to the shelf, picked up my phone, and waited for a moment before asking quietly "Hendrix, are you alright?"
There was only silence.
"Hendrix?"
Still, no one responded.
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