Next day.
"Noah!"
The moment he stepped into the sitting room, a woman with wheat-blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes rushed toward him.
Before Noah could even react, she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly.
"Mother…"
Noah smiled softly and wrapped his arms around her.
This was his mother, Catelyn Eldritch.
For the past month, she had been forced to endure the uncertainty of not knowing where her son was or whether he was even alive. Now that he was finally standing in front of her, she seemed unable to hold back her emotions.
"Where have you been?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "I was so worried about you!"
She rested her face against his shoulder as tears slowly streamed down her cheeks.
Noah's expression softened.
"Mother, it's all right. I'm here now. I'm fine and safe."
He gently patted her back, trying to reassure her. But even as he comforted her, he could feel her body trembling slightly in his arms.
