Jasper turned and looked back at Dylan.
His brows knit together —more in worry than confusion.
"Brother, who is Eira calling Mama?" he asked, his voice laced with clear concern. "Did you find…—?"
He didn't finish the sentence.
However, he knew Dylan would understand what he meant.
Dylan stared at him.
And just when Jasper thought he would finally speak—
Another voice cut in from behind, smugness dripping from every word.
"Who else could it be?"
Jasper frowned at the familiar tone and turned around—
Only to see Karl walking in leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world.
Their eyes met, and Karl held his gaze with easy confidence.
"Of course, it's Sister-in-law."
"Sister-in-law?" Jasper repeated, his frown deepening.
Meanwhile, Karl remained completely at ease.
He gave a short nod, a casual hum escaping him.
"Yes, Sister-in-law. Eira only calls her 'Mama' … and I—" he added, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, "—only acknowledge her as my sister-in-law."
