Blue veins bulged on Ragan's forehead as the urge to hit his son surged within him.
Frankly, he had missed his son very much. Since his departure, the palace had felt quiet and bland.
But now that he thought about it, wasn't that loneliness better than having to listen to such insolent words?
Ragan suppressed his anger and gave a weak nod.
"I understand. Thank you for your efforts, and thank you all."
Sharon let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, her father wasn't angry. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to save Nolan.
Still, she needed to warn Nolan to be more polite toward him.
But suddenly—
"Father, are you kidding?" Nolan retorted in dissatisfaction. He folded his arms across his chest and complained, "We spent months on that freezing northern continent. Every night, I had trouble sleeping because of the harsh weather. Did you know that on my fifth day there, I got sick?"
