Cyrus kept looking at the man, waiting for him to say he was cracking a joke and that he was just messing around with Amelia, but when he didn't make any such move to clear the tension, he narrowed his brows at him.
"If this is a joke, I don't appreciate it at all," Cyrus said.
The man, however, unfazed by his dark expression, just smiled.
"Why would I joke about something that is the reality of her existence?" Arnold asked.
Cyrus shook his head. He stood from his seat and grabbed Amelia's hand.
The woman just looked at him interestingly but didn't protest against his hold.
"Let's leave, love. We came here for answers. However, it seems they take your condition lightly. We won't get any answers here. We should seek the assistance of some Gypsy then," Cyrus said.
He turned around and was about to leave when Arnold held Amelia's other hand.
"My daughter isn't going anywhere near those cunning foxes." Arnold held his ground.
Cyrus glared at the man.
