"That’s true enough," Foster nodded.Over the years, very few had come looking for Brian Adams, and none of them had been ordinary. Including Joseph. Though Foster had been playing along, he couldn’t deny that Joseph was… different."In that case, let’s just follow the Chief Instructor’s rules," Joseph said lightly."If that’s your decision, then there’s nothing more I can say," Foster sighed."Thank you for guiding me here today, Dean Foster. I’ll treat you to a proper meal another time," Joseph said with a smile."No need for that, Professor Wilson. You’re too kind. This was just a small errand assigned by the president—nothing major. I merely showed you the way.""Don’t be so modest, Dean Foster. I have a feeling I’ll be troubling you again before long," Joseph said, giving Foster a meaningful glance.That glance made Foster uneasy.Joseph had seen something—something he shouldn’t have.As they continued talking, Joseph returned to where he had parked. Under Foster’s watchful gaze,

Joseph didn’t give it much thought. He parked and stepped inside.Old Mr. Morgan was sitting on the sofa, casually scrolling through his phone. Meanwhile, Alice was busy in the kitchen.“Sir, you’re here,” Joseph greeted as he entered.“Joseph, you’re back,” the old man replied with a warm smile.“You went to the university today?” Joseph asked as he sat down, pouring a cup of tea for the elder.“Yes, just to check in. Isn’t there progress on your situation? I went to have a word with Geoffrey Harris, to keep him informed.” “Also had a chat about talent acquisition. Nova City brings in quite a few experts from Nova University every year,” the old man said with a chuckle.“I see,” Joseph nodded.“But the main reason was your situation. The police said they’ll be making arrests in the next couple of days. Details are still under wraps—they insisted on confidentiality before the operation.” “No need to worry. The truth will surface soon enough. And when it does, I want to see who had

Raymond toppled forward and tumbled out the window.Scrappy prepared to follow, but just as he stepped up, a firm grip clamped around his ankle. A team of plainclothes officers surged into the room and brought him down in seconds.---Raymond crashed to the ground below, landing face-first with a sickening thud.He groaned and tried to get up—but before he could move, a pair of cold steel cuffs locked around his wrists."Been running all night, huh? Looks like you ran straight into our net," the short, round-faced officer muttered as he secured the cuffs.Moments later, the rest of the team arrived."Let me go! Do you know who my father is? My father is Howard Kim!" Raymond shouted."You have no right to arrest me! Let me go!" "My father is Howard Kim! Howard Kim, you hear me?"The officer raised an eyebrow. "What?""I said—Howard Kim! My father is Howard Kim!" Raymond gritted his teeth."Louder.""...""Forget it. I can’t hear a thing. Take him away." "If he starts screaming a

"Howard Kim, I have to hand it to you. Your son’s already in custody, and you don’t even know what he did. You're here making a scene without a clue—no wonder your son turned out the way he did," Blake said icily."This..." Howard rolled his eyes and fell silent, lost for words. For some reason, seeing Blake Morgan here gave him an ominous feeling."Old Mr. Morgan, my boy... he didn’t offend you, did he?"He suddenly had a terrible suspicion."What do you think? Instead of wasting time questioning me, why don’t you go find out the truth inside—or better yet, ask your son yourself."Blake’s voice was frosty.Swallowing hard, Howard Kim walked inside and approached a short, stout police officer handling the case."Officer, what exactly did my son do? He’s always been obedient and well-behaved. How could he possibly have broken the law?""You should take a look for yourself.""Are you sure you know your son as well as you think?""What kind of well-behaved kid spends every night at Trium

Puzzled, Joseph pulled out his keys and unlocked the door.The moment he stepped inside, darkness greeted him. He instinctively reached for the light switch—but before he could touch it, a soft glow flickered to life in the center of the living room.Candlelight.The flames danced gently, slowly illuminating Alice’s porcelain face, her eyes bright with joy.“Joseph, happy birthday! You silly thing—of course you forgot it was today.”Alice stood there with a cake in her hands, beaming.At that moment, soft lights around the room began to glow, casting a warm ambiance over everything.“Thank you…” Joseph blinked, stunned, then reached out and ruffled Alice’s hair.“Silly Joseph, it’s been years since anyone celebrated your birthday, hasn’t it?” Alice looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with emotion, as if she could feel the loneliness he’d hidden for so long.“Well, you’re celebrating it now, aren’t you?” Joseph smiled as he took the cake from her and set it gently on the table. Th