Nathan stared at Nael, who was panting as he ran toward him.
"Wait!" Nael bent over, struggling to breathe, as if he had just run a marathon.
Nathan frowned. What was wrong with this kid? He wanted to call him weak. Even a small child wouldn't be this exhausted just from running from the mansion to the lake.
"What are you doing here?" Nathan snapped, glaring at him.
Nael straightened up. His face was pale, and he was still trying to catch his breath.
"You… how about yourself? Where are you going?" Nael asked, looking at the bag on Nathan's back and his appearance.
Nathan immediately turned away and kept walking. "It's none of your business!"
He was sure the kid would go back to the mansion and tell his other siblings that he had run away. But that would buy him time before they came after him.
The longer he walked, the heavier the footsteps behind him sounded. When he turned around, Nael was still following him.
He stopped right away.
