"I just wanted to return the book you lent me yesterday. Thank you, it was really interesting." Lilian placed the book on his desk and sat in the seat next to him.Across the room, Valerie watched the scene with a cold gaze. She bit her bottom lip, trying to distract herself by writing in her notebook, but her fingers paused halfway."Why is she always around him?" Valerie muttered quietly to herself.Valerie had long harbored feelings for Arkanza. Though she never expressed it directly, she always made sure to be by his side, both as a friend and a support in various things. But since Lilian had come into the picture, Arkanza's attention had become divided, and that made Valerie feel sidelined.Every time she saw Lilian talking to Arkanza, Valerie felt a tightness in her chest. She tried to ignore those feelings, convincing herself that Lilian had no ill intentions. But the more she saw their closeness, the harder it was to suppress her jealousy."Valerie, are you okay?" one of her f

Arkanza walked through the corridors of his new school with mixed feelings. The old building, with its towering walls and grand pillars, always gave him a different impression compared to his previous school. This was not just an ordinary place of learning—there was a long history embedded in every corner.A few days ago, he heard an interesting piece of information from one of the history teachers, Mr. Henderson, that this school stored many old documents, including records of influential families from the past. And even more surprising, there was a possibility that his ancestors had a connection to this place.Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Arkanza made his way to the school library, which was known for its vast collection and extensive archives.As he entered the library, the distinct scent of old books immediately filled his senses. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting a dramatic glow over the room. Several students sat quietly at large tables, engros

Trapped in the Smith ResidenceArkanza blinked, his head still heavy as he realized he was back inside a familiar car—the one Albert usually drove. The window showed an increasingly recognizable view, signaling that he was on his way back to the Smith residence. His body felt weak, but his mind remained restless."Why am I here—Ally, you?" he muttered softly.Albert glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Arkanza’s defiant expression, despite his feeble state."You don’t have to do this, Albert," Arkanza murmured weakly, trying to sit up straighter even though his body felt burdened.Albert remained focused on the road. "You know this isn’t a choice, Young Master. Sir and Madam were nearly going mad looking for you."Arkanza scoffed quietly, uninterested in his caretaker’s words."And what exactly have I done?"The car finally stopped in front of the Smith residence. As the car door opened, Adam and Maria were already standing at the doorway, their expressions filled with relief and wo

Arkanza was still staring at the ceiling with a blank expression. His body felt weak, his head heavy, and his throat dry. He had just gone through a terrible night, where he had been delirious, thrashing around, and eventually had to be restrained to prevent him from hurting himself.Albert had just finished feeding him when the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from outside. The bedroom door suddenly swung open, and Milan appeared, his face beaming with excitement."Young Master!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.The man almost lunged forward to hug him if Albert hadn’t cleared his throat loudly. Milan frowned, glaring at Albert in annoyance for stopping him.Albert shot him a sharp look. "Can you calm down a little? There’s a sick person here."Milan snorted and ruffled his hair before pulling a chair close to the bed and sitting down. "I’m just happy that Young Master is awake. Do you know how chaotic last night was? I honestly thought you were going to die."Arkanza clicked his tong

In the surveillance room filled with monitor screens, Milan sat back comfortably, scrolling through his phone. He typed in the search bar: "Alternative drug administration for patients who have difficulty swallowing."Beside him, Vikram squinted at Milan's screen. "What are you doing?" he asked, puzzled.Milan turned with a satisfied grin. "Looking for a new method so the young master can take his medicine without drama."Vikram raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you care about that?"Milan smirked. "Since I got tired of watching him suffer every time he has to swallow a pill."Vikram sighed. "If he can't swallow, use another method. But that doesn’t mean you should look for something weird."Milan nodded seriously. "Exactly! I found the rectal method. The medicine will be absorbed faster."Vikram immediately frowned. "I never said that.""But your idea is great," Milan said, patting Vikram on the shoulder. "I need to see Albert now!"Vikram could only sigh, realizing that his words ha