"Was it necessary to go public with the recovery news? Since when did Grandpa start acting like Agnes?" Winter slammed her phone onto the table, frustration clear in her voice, before stuffing her mouth with a sandwich.
Kalix noticed the displeasure in her tone and smirked.
"I asked him to do so," he said casually.
She choked mid-bite, coughing as she shot him a disbelieving look.
"You what?" she snapped, struggling to grasp his words.
Her grandfather had just woken up from a coma, and now he was broadcasting his recovery? Was he trying to give updates directly to his attacker?
"You heard me, Angel. Trust me, it's the only way to lure them out," Kalix replied so nonchalantly that Winter felt like laughing.
This man, who treated guns like toys and killed without hesitation, had advised her grandfather to announce his recovery just to bait the attacker?
Winter didn't want anything happening to Bryson again, and the mere thought of it made her stomach twist uncomfortably.
