"Shut up!" Ximena roared at him. Her voice still was hoarse because of what she had been through, but it seemed like she didn't care. "Aunt Freya," she said once again, looking at the older woman in front of her. "You said...You mean to tell me... What did you mean when you called me your daughter!"
"Ximena, I..." Freya could not finish her sentence because she began weeping again. Her heartbreak was palpable. "Please stop asking... Just please don't ask..." she cried and shouted. "It's all my fault, all my fault... Oh..."
Breathing heavily, gritting her teeth tightly, and clenching her hands into fists, Ximena walked towards slowly. Her footsteps were heavy, as if her feet were made out of lead. She continued until she stopped in front of Freya. Looking at her, Ximena felt sadness wash over her when she saw the tear stains that covered the old lady's face, which was wrinkled, as if she had been fighting a battle for years.
Slowly, she stretched her arms to embrace Freya. At the same time, her tears began flowing from her eyes. "Aunt Freya, Aunt Freya... Please tell me. Was what I heard just now true? You're only my aunt. Right? Am I right?" Her voice was sad, questioning and desperate. Amidst her sobs and questions, she began tightening her hold of Freya without her noticing.
Freya could do nothing but weep, neither saying yes nor saying no.
Despite the emotionality of the situation, Aaron couldn't help but frown tightly. Furrowing his eyebrows, deep lines started to appear in his forehead. As much as he wanted to solve the issue via cerebral means, he understood that there were many complicated emotions that would hinder carrying those means out.
Ken came in big strides and he was surprised to find that the door was open. Then, when saw the weeping and embracing mother and daughter duo and the frowning Aaron inside the room, he was able to guess roughly what was going on.
Seeing that Ken arrived, Aaron took one last look at the two ladies crying on each other's shoulders and then turned around and walked towards him. As Aaron came closer to him, Ken quickly raised his cellphone with the intent of showing Aaron what was on it. As Aaron read through, his eyes narrowed, and they became filled with murderous rage.
"Hugo was a member of 'Y', the well-known international hacker group. After a big operation, he was chosen by the leader of the group as the scapegoat and then was imprisoned," Ken expounded, giving more background to the information that had been found. "Because of that, he survived the immediate destruction of 'Y'."
As he heard that, Aaron's brain began forming plans. Although he didn't witness "Y" at its peak, he had heard about this hacker group almost every time the topic of hackers was mentioned. In the world of hackers, they were considered legends, a group that everyone looked up to. Most hackers hoped they would be admitted by "Y" but failed. Only hackers with top skills were qualified to be admitted to the group. Once they had joined the group, they would have the chance to take part in the world's most exciting hacker attacks.
Now it turned out that Hugo was a member of 'Y', which meant that he, indeed, was a master hacker, as he passed the rigorous admittance criterion of 'Y'. That explained why the staff of the Security Bureau of QY Island could not do anything to disable, or even trace, his hacking programs.
While Aaron was thinking, the image on the screen of the cellphone suddenly changed. The phone began having spots all over the screen. Curious, Aaron looked at the screen closer and more carefully, and he found that every spot was a letter Y. These small Ys then gradually gathered together and made up a big Y.
"Get in touch with him," Aaron ordered in a low and deep voice, which sounded terrifying. "Let he put forward any condition."
That statement surprised Ken, and it clearly showed in his eyes. But after a few moments of digesting his directive, he understood what Aaron was trying to do and said, "Yes, Your Highness!"
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