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The Abandoned Son Give Finlay the trophy
Demetrius fixed his gaze on the monitor for what seemed like forever before mustering the bravery to send a personal message to the author, pleading to take down the contentious tweet. The reply was immediate, tinged with sarcasm. "Why should I care? You want me to erase it just because you say so?" "I'm directly impacted by this. Can you please remove the tweet? It's causing me distress," Demetrius pleaded, hoping for empathy. "Why do you think you're so important? I'm merely spreading your tale. Isn't it beneficial for people to empathize with you? Can't you see the goodwill?" The author countered, adding a smirking emoji for effect. A wave of frustration washed over Demetrius as his fingers rapidly typed out a response. "I don't need the pity of strangers. Please, just take it down. It would mean a lot to me." "No chance! My follower count is skyrocketing. Why would I delete your post and risk losing all those followers?” The author returned, showing no signs of compromise. Be
The Abandoned Son Rent
"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
The Abandoned Son Anxious
Kareem quickly called for a cleaner to come to the house.A team of five professionals arrived and used specialized odor-removing products to thoroughly clean both the inside and outside of the villa, completely getting rid of any unpleasant odors.Compared to previous cleaning experiences, tackling the smell here was much easier. Before leaving, the cleaner even told Scarlette to contact her directly if a similar issue occurred in the future.Only a faint hint of the cleaning agents remained in the villa. Scarlette handed Demetrius a set of clothes, saying, "These clothes must fit for you.”Demetrius graciously accepted them and thanked her before taking a refreshing hot shower.The clothes weren't just slightly oversized; they were loose enough for Demetrius to fit a few more pieces of clothing underneath.After quickly drying his hair and tending to his own clothes, which he left to air dry in the guest room, Demetrius diligently cleaned the bathroom and bedroom before retiring to t
The Abandoned Son I'm not your son
Scarlette remained focused on her task, oblivious to Demetrius' gaze. When she finished the meticulous trimming, she released his bangs, using her hand to tidy them up, and gazed at Demetrius with a soft utterance, "Done." Despite the modest distance between them, Demetrius felt as though Scarlette's smile reverberated near his ear, sending a tingling sensation. He quickly averted his gaze, lowered his head, and gently brushed his bangs with his hand, offering a soft expression of gratitude, "Thank you." "Wait," Scarlette interjected, fixating her gaze on Demetrius' face and inching closer. Demetrius' pupils dilated slightly, his back stiffened, and the calm composure he had regained only moments ago gave way to a racing heart. It was only when Scarlette delicately removed the strand of hair clinging to his lower eyelashes that Demetrius began to relax. The proximity between them wasn't as close as it seemed; his apprehension had gotten the better of him. Lowering his gaze, Demet
The Abandoned Son The parent-teacher meeting
It marked the beginning of his romantic journey. Scarlette appeared to disregard his words and maintained a silence. A hush fell over the surroundings. The car finally halted in front of a restaurant. Demetrius, his eyes closed, teetered on the edge of slumber. He roused only when he sensed the vehicle coming to a stop, unbuckled his seatbelt, and stepped out of the car. The outside air carried a crisp chill. Demetrius zipped up his jacket and trailed behind Scarlette into the restaurant. They settled at a table near the window, immersed in a tranquil ambiance punctuated only by the gentle clinking of utensils. Demetrius resolved not to return to Scarlette's villa and instead opted for an overnight stay at a hotel. As they disembarked from the car, Scarlette called out, "Remember to take your medication." Scarlette handed him a bag. The bag contained an assortment of medicines, triggering a faint crease in Demetrius' brow as he recollected the taste from before. Reminiscing o
The Abandoned Son I've missed you
Scarlette pulled out the chair from Demetrius' spot and took a seat. A silence hung in the room for a full two minutes before conversations erupted, escalating into an uncontrollable frenzy. "Is she from the Guerrero family?" "Yes, it's her. Didn't expect to see her here. She rarely makes public appearances." "Scarlette looks stunning, but how did she become Demetrius' guardian?" "Is Scarlette engaged to Finlay?" "No, they called off the engagement." "Do you think it's related to Demetrius?" "Quiet, everyone, quiet!" Mr. Stephens exclaimed, attempting to regain control over the increasingly chaotic situation in the classroom. Sensing Demetrius' gaze, Scarlette turned her head, and her deep, brooding eyes conveyed a gentle smile. In an instant, the scene before Demetrius blurred, as if a jigsaw puzzle had been rearranged seamlessly. He furrowed his brow, his complexion paling as he averted his gaze, focusing on the book in his hands. His heart was consumed by a complex mixtur
The Abandoned Son Jerome Brewer
His consciousness blurred, and at some point, someone chuckled softly in his ear, patting his head gently. "Demetrius, it's time to wake up. It's not good to oversleep." Demetrius opened his eyes. Despite blinking rapidly, he couldn't make out Acevedo Berry's face, which was gradually becoming blurry, until another person's silhouette started to form on that face. - Scarlette. Feeling something wet on his face, Demetrius instinctively reached up to touch it, finding saliva on his hand. He sat up, realizing it was all a dream. The room was dim, and a faint light peeked through the curtains. Winglet stood beside the bed, eager to lick his hand. Just as he suspected, it was a dream. Demetrius let Winglet out, drew the curtains, changed his clothes, freshened up, and had a simple breakfast. Then, he took Winglet out for a morning run. The time was barely 6 AM, and as he descended the stairs, Demetrius spotted Scarlette. Upon seeing Demetrius, Scarlette nodded at him, her sharp fe
The Abandoned Son Demetrius #1
After Demetrius left, Finlay made several attempts to turn the vacant room back into a music room. However, each time he mentioned it to Mrs. Gallagher, she became upset and emotional, reminding her of what happened with Demetrius. Worried that Mrs. Gallagher's emotions might escalate and trigger her old state, Finlay decided to drop the subject, leaving the matter unresolved. Yet, Finlay himself couldn't shake off his irritability. Every time he entered the room and saw the unused piano, an inexplicable anger surged within him. Despite dedicating years to practice, what was the point? Demetrius had effortlessly outperformed him, making his devotion to the piano seem like a mere joke. However, Finlay couldn't bear the idea of admitting defeat. He considered Demetrius incomparable to himself. With a shake of his head, Finlay positioned himself in front of the piano and pressed the keys. The high notes sounded sharp and piercing, making him realize it had been a long time since he l