Within a few minutes, Barak finally reached his destination: a small, inconspicuous clinic. He deliberately avoided taking Arkanza to a large hospital to prevent attracting attention. If word of this incident spread, the consequences could be far greater than he had imagined.He quickly got out of the car and rushed to the passenger side. With extreme care, he lifted Arkanza's frail body into his arms.The clinic door swung open as he approached."Hurry inside!" a firm voice called from within.Barak rushed in and laid Arkanza on the prepared bed. A bespectacled man in a white coat stepped forward, his expression tense. He was an old friend of Barak’s, a doctor he knew well—Reinaldo.Reinaldo immediately began examining Arkanza. His face hardened the moment he saw the young man’s condition."What happened?" he asked sharply.Barak swallowed hard before answering, "I… I don’t know for sure. I only gave him a glass of soda, then my other friends took over. I had no idea they put somethi

Meanwhile, Vikram ended his call. He looked at them calmly before saying, "I’ve contacted someone. We’ll get more clarity on what really happened at that party."Barak tensed up. "What do you mean?"Vikram smirked slightly. "I have someone there who can give us detailed information. We’ll find out who actually spiked Arkanza’s drink."Albert crossed his arms. "Good. Once we know who did it, I’ll personally make sure they pay for this."Milan glanced at Arkanza, still lying weakly on the bed. His anger mixed with deep concern."If Arkanza doesn’t wake up…" his voice trembled, "I won’t forgive anyone involved."Silence.The only sound in the room was the steady beeping of the IV machine.Barak lowered his head, while Reinaldo checked Arkanza’s condition again.Vikram put away his phone and leaned against the wall."We’ll know everything soon," he said casually. "And when that happens… no one will escape responsibility."Exhaustion weighed on her body, but her mind was still restless. Si

Sunlight seeped through the gaps in the curtains, making Arkanza's eyelids twitch restlessly. A heavy pounding sensation throbbed in his head, as if a sledgehammer was repeatedly striking inside his skull. He groaned softly and tried to lift his hand, but his entire body felt weak, and cold sweat began forming on his temples.When he finally opened his eyes, his vision was still blurry. The ceiling seemed to spin slightly, and his throat felt as dry as a desert. A nauseating sensation surged in his stomach, and the more he tried to suppress it, the stronger the urge became.Suddenly, a hot wave surged up his throat. Without thinking, Arkanza threw off his blanket and dashed toward the bathroom. His steps were unsteady, and he nearly stumbled upon reaching the door. With trembling hands, he grabbed the doorknob, pushed it open hastily, and fell to his knees in front of the toilet."Hkk… ugh!"His stomach emptied itself violently. The bitter liquid rushed out, leaving a burning sensatio

Arkanza staggered on the bed, his breath heavy, his face pale like a living corpse. Traces of alcohol still swirled in his system, clouding his mind and making his stomach feel as if it were being twisted from the inside. Albert stood beside him with a serious expression, while Milan stood not far away, his face tense."If we don't do something now, he might collapse," Milan said.Albert merely scoffed, unhurried. As someone specifically trained to meet Arkanza's needs, he knew exactly how to handle this situation."You still think I'm just an ordinary assistant, Milan?" Albert glanced at him. "I was trained to handle situations like this."Milan narrowed his eyes, holding back a sarcastic remark. He might be a skilled bodyguard, but he had never received special training in taking care of Arkanza’s health like Albert had.Albert knelt beside the bed, observing Arkanza’s weak body. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box containing thin, sharp needles. Milan raised an ey

Arkanza walked briskly along the sidewalk, his jacket slightly open as the soft evening breeze blew. The campus was starting to empty, with only a few students still seen heading towards the parking lot or sitting on benches, chatting casually.Behind him, Milan and Albert's footsteps followed closely, their pace steady. Arkanza didn’t need to turn around to know that those two still hadn’t given up."I already told you, I’m done with classes for today," Arkanza said without slowing down.Milan scoffed. "We don’t believe you."Albert added, "You went to a strange place yesterday. Who’s to say you won’t do something reckless today?"Arkanza let out a long sigh. This was already the umpteenth time these two had followed him around all day. Honestly, he couldn’t blame them—after everything that happened, it was natural for them to be worried. But still, Arkanza needed some space.After passing through the main gate, they entered the area surrounding his old campus. The old buildings, onc