It was a quiet night, and both Demetrius and Finlay had returned home from their daily routines. While Finlay was eager to talk to Demetrius about something important, Demetrius was feeling exhausted and just wanted to go to bed. "Demetrius, we need to talk," Finlay said in a serious tone, "It's about your education and future." "Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Demetrius asked, rubbing his tired eyes. "No, it can't," Finlay replied, "This is a critical matter that cannot be delayed." As they were speaking, their father, Kirk Hoffman, who was working in his work, overheard their conversation and stepped out to see what was going on. Finlay continued, "I've heard that you've been placed in the F class, the lowest class at school. This is not acceptable. Your mother and father worked hard to get you into Class A, and now you're in Class F. How will you be able to keep up with the college entrance exams?" Kirk Hoffman listened to Finlay's words with a mix of shock and anger. He couldn

"Hey Demetrius," Kai Cunningham said as he saw Demetrius continuing with his class, "I just wanted to apologize for what I did earlier." However, Demetrius didn't react and simply went around Kai to continue his class. Kai felt surprised as he saw that Demetrius gave no response to his apology. He had been worried about the potential consequences of his earlier behavior and had been bracing himself for a negative reaction. However, when Demetrius didn't react, Kai felt a sense of relief and relaxation because he hadn't originally expected Demetrius to forgive him. As Alexander Rosa approached Kai from behind, Kai noticed him looking annoyed. "Demetrius is really misbehaving," Alexander said, "he always seems to make people feel disgusted." "You're the one misbehaving, not him," Kai thought. After this thought, Kai decided to leave the conversation and walked away, leaving Alexander alone. Alexander Rosa looked disdainfully at the door of Class F, then raised his middle finger tow

Demetrius' body temperature had reached 39 degrees, and the doctor, seeing his condition was not good, recommended that he be hospitalized. Demetrius was experiencing difficulty breathing and was unsteady on his feet. A nurse was present to give him injections. His thin, fleshless hand made it easy to be pin the needle, and she instructed him to bear with it. Demetrius didn't show any signs of pain or discomfort. She asked, "Is anyone coming to visit you?" Demetrius shook his head. "No, I don't think so." The nurse looked concerned. "Are you sure? Sometimes it gets lonely here in the hospital. Do you need me to call your parents?" Demetrius shook his head. "No, that's okay. I'd rather just rest." "Well, if anyone does call or come by, just let me know," the nurse said, smiling. "I'll make sure they don't disturb you." "Thanks," Demetrius said. The nurse gave Demetrius some instructions before leaving. "Even if you turn on the air conditioner, your hands will gradually become co

Mrs. Gallagher's face contorted with anger, giving her a somewhat unsettling appearance. Her voice grew sharp and harsh as she spoke. "Finlay doesn't owe you anything! He's innocent! What on earth are you trying to do? What do you want? Today it's Finlay's trophy, tomorrow you want to take everything from him? How can you be so shameless at such a young age? This trophy belongs to Finlay. Give it to me. I didn't bring you back here to make our lives and Finlay's life difficult. Do you have any idea how long he has been preparing for this piano competition? You just stole his trophy." Without a moment's hesitation, she made a beeline for the trophy. The entire scene left everyone stunned, including Mr. Hoffman, who had also been taken aback by the slap but maintained a furrowed brow without uttering a word. Onlookers exiting the audience paused and glanced sideways at the commotion. Soon, a crowd began to gather in the hotel lobby. Osvaldo, hearing the slaps and commotion, he turned

"To some extent, yes," replied Doctor Lowe, observing Scarlette's stoic face. He hesitated for a moment before sighing, "The wound was quite severe, with the glass penetrating directly. However, with adequate care, the scar should gradually diminish. Otherwise, we could consider surgery." "No surgery," Scarlette declared immediately. "What are the odds of a prominent scar if we let it heal naturally?" "Roughly 80%," Doctor Lowe estimated. Assuming an innocent look, Doctor Lowe raised his hands and said, "The cut is severe; it would be miraculous if it doesn't scar. How on earth did a car accident happen?" Doctor Lowe was clueless about the true nature of Scarlette and Demetrius' relationship, incorrectly assuming that Scarlette had something to do with Demetrius's accident. "Kareem is looking into it," Scarlette responded, without offering any further explanation. "He..." Doctor Lowe began, seemingly trying to infer their relationship, yet stopping short of voicing his assumption