"Did Zak really do this?" Mrs. Samantha observed Juelz's injured hand with a heavy heart. Assisting him to his feet, she spoke in a somber tone, "Come on, let's head to the hospital first. We can deal with Zak after your wounds are taken care of.""I'm not going. The competition hasn't even started," Juelz gritted his teeth, reluctantly raising his injured hand, refusing the idea of going to the hospital. "I can't accept this, Mom. It's all Zak's fault. He ruined my chance to participate in the competition."With the competition already underway, Juelz listened to the host's words and looked at his hands with numerous abrasions, unable to hold back his tears.Without hesitation, he grabbed Mrs. Samantha and said, "Mom, I want Zak to pay for this. He's too arrogant."Indeed, Zak was too arrogant; bringing him back didn't mean allowing him to harm others.Mrs. Samantha comforted Juelz, suppressing her anger, and entered the backstage room. Originally intending to confront Zak, she found
As Zak stepped in as the replacement participant, the trophy slipped through his grasp. Caught in an awkward situation, the host handed the trophy to the second-place contestant and dismissed Zak unceremoniously.Down below, the audience buzzed with discussions about the incident.Upon entering the room, Juelz quickly approached Zak, who skillfully evaded him, fear evident in his eyes. "I'm sorry. The situation was dire, and I had to say that. If I hadn't, those people would have said even more malicious things.""So, I'm supposed to be grateful for your defamatory remarks?" Juelz laughed in frustration, annoyed. "Do you really think I'm that foolish?""No." Zak hesitated. "The person who injured your hand is undoubtedly among the contestants. Even if I hadn't spoken up, that person knows. They would have said even worse things later. I had no choice but to say those words first.""You're clearly distorting the truth." Juelz forcefully pushed Zak away, breathing heavily, his mind in t
This time, Juelz's response wasn't as heated. He stated, "I've lived in this house for nearly eighteen years, and our parents favor me. You've only been here for a month, and our parents really don't like you, Zak. What can you compare with my eighteen years in the orphanage? Do you even have the qualifications?" Disregarding Zak's response, Juelz arrogantly turned away and exited, leaving the room in silence. Zak got into the car after packing his luggage. "Now that your true identity has been exposed, you're not pretending anymore, right?" Juelz taunted. "No," Zak murmured, "I've always been like this, not pretending. It's just that you didn't know, brother." "Drive," Juelz ordered the driver, dismissing Zak's words. In contrast to his usual aggressive demeanor, Juelz now seemed noticeably calmer. The reason for this change remained unclear, possibly influenced by conversations with Mrs. Samantha and Mr. Benton. Zak looked out the window, supporting his cheek with his hand, w
"You say he's shameless, that's why he dares to come to school."In these past few days, Juelz has blown the piano competition incident out of proportion, leading everyone to believe Zak deliberately plotted against Juelz, attributing cunning and malice to him.In some ways, Zak did scheme against Juelz because, if he hadn't, Juelz would have schemed against him in the end.Zak pulled out his textbook, and a sketchbook fell onto the table.A classmate picked it up, opened it, and remarked, "So this 'useless' guy can draw. Doesn't look impressive, though. You'll never match up to Juelz in your entire life. It might be better for you to stay home because, even if you try, tsk tsk..."Zak stood up, expressionless, and retrieved his sketchbook.Feeling his cold gaze, the guy was stunned and angrily said, "What's with that expression? I'm stating the facts; do you have an issue with it?""You can't compare to Juelz in any way, so you might as well not bother trying," Zak smirked, displayin
Apart from the hum of the car's engine, the only audible sound was the continuous chatter until the woman's voice interrupted, "When did you become so talkative?"Her emotionless remark immediately led Carlos to close his mouth, rendering him silent.It seemed that he had indeed been talking too much, for reasons unknown to him. He just couldn't seem to stop when faced with Zak. Perhaps it was because Zak spoke so sparingly that Carlos compensated by being more talkative.The car's interior returned to silence.Zak remained wordless, his gaze fixed ahead, undisturbed.Until an unmistakable gaze caught his attention, prompting him to pause and instinctively raise his eyes to the rearview mirror.However, she didn't turn her gaze in his direction, as if Zak's previous feeling was a mere illusion.After ten minutes, the car came to a stop, and Zak stepped out, saying, "Thank you."He hesitated for a moment and added, "Thank you, Ms. Gilliam, for giving me a ride back."The woman turned h
"Zak, finally laid eyes on you. There's something different about you, and that school uniform suits you well. Unlike me, stuck in that rundown school." Zak pulled her aside with a stoic expression. "What brings you here?" "School's on break, and I missed you, so I decided to come." The girl looked up at Zak, her eyes shimmering. Ignoring her hopeful gaze, Zak retrieved his phone and dialed the orphanage superintendent. In a composed tone, he reported, "Miracle has run away." "I've told her repeatedly not to seek you out, but this child never listens." The orphanage superintendent sighed in resignation. "She always thinks you've become wealthy and wants to follow you. Hurry and convince her to come back." Zak handed the phone to Miracle. Miracle declined to answer, kicked nearby stones, and stated, "Back when we were in the orphanage, you weren't this indifferent to me. Just because you have money now doesn't mean you can ignore me, Zak. It's too heartless." The surroundings fel
Disregarding the tirade, Zak retrieved his phone, opened the dialer, and placed it on the table, dialing 911 right before the man. His attention focused on the man's ring-laden fingers. Zak chuckled softly, departing from his previous mild demeanor, his features taking on a somewhat shadowy cast. He spoke deliberately, "You've been drinking and made an attempt to harass me upon entering this establishment. Your actions fall under the purview of harassing a minor." "Alternatively, should I call the police to have them inform your wife to come and take you home?" Both statements left the man in a state of panic. He stammered, unable to fathom how Zak knew about his wife, and hastily stood up, his agitation causing him to stutter. "N-no! Where did I... harass you? I was merely trying to... swat away the mosquitoes on your face. Don't call the police, and I won't eat here anymore. Seriously..." Before anyone else could react, he made a hasty exit. Moving at an accelerated pace, he st
"What gives you the right?" Zak asked softly."Because I'm your... brother!" Juelz replied angrily, his mind entertaining the thought of dunking Zak's head into the bowl of instant noodles.Ignoring Juelz's outburst, Zak took a step back, holding the bowl of noodles, and began eating in front of him.The aroma wafted through the air, making Juelz's already grumbling stomach even more uncomfortable. He widened his eyes and started to say something, but stopped short.Feeling overwhelmed by embarrassment, exhaustion, and hunger, Juelz struggled to articulate his thoughts. He reached for the nearby hot water, almost splashing it on Zak, but managed to regain his composure at the last moment. With a sneer, he said, "You're so selfish, always eating alone. With so many of us hungry, how can you enjoy your meal alone?"Raising his voice, he added, "Let's go. My brother can be difficult. If we stay any longer, he might think we're after his things."Zak remained unfazed, his head slightly bo