[Of course. I’ve always admired both your skill and your character. I know the rumors online are nothing but slander, so don’t let them bother you. However, this project is classified, the timeline is uncertain, and your identity must remain confidential. You should discuss this with your family.]
[No need. Please help me erase my identity.]
There was a brief pause.
Then, as if my professor had understood everything, he sent a single reply.
[Okay.]
"Erase your identity?"
The voice came from the doorway.
Clara stood there, her face clouded with unease.
I met her gaze without a flicker of emotion and said, "My ID is expiring. I need to renew it."
She exhaled in relief, stepping forward with a bowl of porridge. "Your body isn’t healed yet. If you need anything, just tell me. We’re family—you don’t have to worry about troubling me."
Family?
Not for much longer.
Behind her, Wyatt stirred awake, his expression hesitant.
"Jayce, the wedding is soon... You’re still not fully recovered, so about the best man position—"
"Let Henry take my place," I flatly muttered.
I already knew what he was going to say. Their chat history had laid it all out.