"Papa...!" Angel wrapped his small arms around his father's neck, trembling and sobbing, his tears wetting Rohan's collar.
Rohan hugged his son, running a soothing hand up and down his back as he turned his hardened eyes toward the onlookers and demanded sharply, "What happened?" His tone was edged with fury, he could not tolerate anyone harming his son. Never once had he returned home to find Angel in tears; his boy was always cheerful, eager to greet him, and ready to be lifted into the air with laughter.
It was Rav who stepped forward to answer, his expression grim. "Angel said his mother sent him to bring her blood tea since the baby was demanding it. The servants gave it to him as they couldn't deny the young master's request to carry the tray. He had reached the top of the stairs when he lost his footing and tumbled down, breaking his head and knees. Thankfully, he healed immediately, but the pain is still there as it wasn't a small fall."
