Persephone looked up and nearly burst into tears. "Morpheus..."

"It's okay." Morpheus smiled, patting her head. "I'm here. Don't be afraid."

Tears streamed down Persephone's face. She didn't know how she managed to stand up from that hard, tiny chair. Her whole being felt chaotic, yet she could keenly sense the person beside her, giving her strength and offering reassurance.

"She's my wife." Morpheus spoke slowly, his sharp gaze scanning everyone. "We finished dinner, went out for a stroll, happened to be at the dock, and unexpectedly encountered the ship explosion."

"Is that true?" The officer remained skeptical.

However, the officer who had just entered the room clearly had a higher rank than the one questioning Persephone. Despite his doubts, he didn't press further.

The officer pondered for a moment, perhaps reluctant, then continued. "Sir, the person in the adjacent room..."

"His name is Seamus Rutherford, my wife's cousin." Morpheus' expression didn't change. "He's visiting."

you all at

be at the dock at the same time?" Morpheus smirked, his hand resting on Persephone's shoulder,

Flinge that relatives can't meet

"Well..."

connection to that ship," Morpheus asserted. "And since we were just out for a walk, there was no need to carry identification. If you need it, we can go back

won't be necessary." The officer outside smiled, patting Morpheus' shoulder. Their eyes met,

his wife," the

glances, and Morpheus left with

her like a ghost. She felt a chill despite the midsummer heat, shivering several

to drape it over her, wearing only a tank top, and enveloped her

Persephone suddenly remembered. "He's

out too." Morpheus' voice was low. "I spoke to

Persephone paused. "You spoke

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