The day that Alexander fell into a coma, Noah met up with Cyrus and Heather during the night.
"On the day that you are going to take Raphael down. Let me pass the final judgment."
Heather, who was about to sip from her coffee with a bright smile on her lips, obviously loving it, stopped and looked up at him.
Wasn't it always her father who would speak to them in a calm gentle tone even when they fight, causing even their anger to dissipate?
And did she ever hear her father being the one wanting violence? She doesn't think so.
She looked at her father after putting her mug down on the table.
Noah sighed understanding the look she was giving him.
"No matter how kind a person is, they have their own limits. How can I just watch him hurt my children? Alexander is in a coma right now. Dexter is struggling against Robin Harris, Hunter had to go to different missions in regards to all his works. And you..."
