Chapter 63 The Voice On The Line

• Arkan stared at his phone screen for a long time, his fingers trembling violently over the answer button, unable to decide if he was truly ready to hear the voice of the woman who might be his own biological mother, the woman who had destroyed so many lives of the people he now considered family.
• "You do not have to answer it," Aleksander said softly, his hand reaching out as if ready to snatch the phone if Arkan chose not to face it.
• "No," Arkan shook his head firmly, his jaw hardening with a newly formed resolve. "I need to know. I cannot keep living in ignorance like this."