Sophie Wexler was led away by Ethan Cross.
Seeing how rushed Ethan Cross was, Sophie Wexler had a bad feeling. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Ethan Cross was about to speak when he looked up and saw someone in the distance. "The Marshal is waiting for you."
Sophie Wexler also saw Cillian Forrest in the distance. The man was in a military uniform, standing tall and solemn.
Sophie Wexler's eyes widened slightly. She rarely saw Cillian Forrest dressed so formally. His clothes were usually casual, and even on trips to the military headquarters, he only wore a standard-issue uniform.
Not like now, wearing the dress uniform that signified his rank as Marshal, the insignia on his chest shining brightly.
Sophie Wexler's expression grew solemn. "What's wrong?"
Seeing her serious expression, Cillian Forrest's lips curved into a small smile. He reached out and ruffled her hair. "Don't look so serious. It's nothing major. I just have to deploy on a mission."
