"Wash my feet properly!!!"In the large marble-floored room, Jef sat at the feet of his wife, Syarla Devaki, holding a basin of warm water. His rough, tired hands began to gently wipe Syarla's feet, following the instructions he had memorised. His wife, meanwhile, sat in the makeup chair with her mobile phone in hand, scrolling through social media while occasionally laughing softly.Several other servants were busy doing Syarla's hair and make-up, making the room feel even more lively. "Bring me a comb!""Bring nail art, please!""Be careful not to tangle Miss Syarla's hair."Even so, in the midst of the crowd, Jef felt an eerie silence, as if he was isolated in a place that was supposed to be his home."Ouch, Jef! What are you doing? The water's too hot!" Syarla's loud voice broke the silence. Jef was startled, immediately pulling back his hand that was washing Syarla's feet. "I've told you many times that the water should be warm, not hot! What's so hard about listening?" compla

After hearing Randy's confession and reflecting on what had just unfolded, Jef realised that last night's events had been long and full of surprises. He looked out the window and saw that the sun was already rising, signalling that a new day had begun. He decided to head back to his in-laws' house. There were tasks that still needed to be completed, and although his new identity as the heir to the Arbuzar family had just been revealed, his contractual agreement had not yet expired.Randy, who had found his nephew, was relieved though also a little anxious. "I won't stop you," he said, making room for Jef to leave. "But know that I'll always be watching and looking out for you. You are free to do what you want, but remember who you are."Jef nodded, understanding what his uncle meant. He felt cared for, though he still felt strange about all this.With his wounds still sore, his hands bandaged, and his forehead still bruised, Jef left the place and headed for his in-laws' house.Once

This morning Jef was back serving his family-in-law breakfast. He served attentively, although he could feel the sardonic stares from Syarla and his in-laws. He tried to hide all his hurt and sadness, preferring to keep matters under wraps rather than express anger which might only make things worse.During breakfast, Jef overheard his in-laws discussing the security plan. David called in some of his bodyguards, and a trusted bodyguard. He ordered that security for Syarla be tightened. "Remember, make sure you stay alert. Our enemies could strike at any moment," David said in a serious tone. "Don't leave even the slightest gap."Jef, who was turning the dishes, smiled sarcastically to himself. "However, even if thousands of bodyguards are deployed, if the enemy is at home, it's useless," he muttered to himself, feeling satisfied with the situation. However, he chose to remain silent."Jef!"Suddenly, David called out to Jeff. Jef was startled, worried that his father-in-law had hear

David removed Jef's shirt with a rough motion, his eyes narrowed in concern as he examined Jef's back. When Jef's shirt was lifted, it revealed a pure white back, without a single birthmark. David frowned, then let go of Jef. "No birthmark! No sign of Arbuzar's grandson here!" David said to himself. "This can't be! This can't be!"He glanced at Jef with a look full of suspicion and disbelief. Jef stood still, just looking at David flatly. David moved away from Jef, going back to checking the servants and other family members quickly, as if to make sure there were no further mistakes. "Everyone must comply with this inspection! Don't let a single person escape!"Meanwhile, Jef recalled the circumstances that almost exposed his identity. He was grateful that his wife's expensive foundation and makeup tools managed to cover his birthmark. Despite sweating after activities, the foundation kept his back clean and no suspicious birthmarks were visible.Tired of her father's suspicions,