As Karl reached downstairs—
Felix was already there, waiting.
Leaning against the wall, he looked half-asleep, his posture lazy, eyes barely open. However, the moment he heard Karl's hurried footsteps, his eyes snapped open, alert in an instant.
"You're sleeping here?" Karl asked, sounding genuinely surprised, as if he hadn't expected to find him like that.
Felix gave him a long, unimpressed look.
"You have the nerve to ask that?" he said dryly. "Wasn't it you who dragged me out here at this hour?"
He had just returned from a long business trip, exhausted from travel, and was finally resting when Karl's call came.
Without even explaining anything, Karl had asked him to come out immediately.
And he did.
Only to find … nothing.
Karl was nowhere in sight.
So he had been waiting since.
Karl's expression instantly turned emotional, his eyes almost shining.
"You're such a devoted brother," he said, nodding deeply. "I knew I could count on you."
