“Doctor! Please save my daughter!” Thomas Brown rushed into the hospital with Emma in his arms. Blood soaked through his shirt and dripped onto the shiny floor. Emma’s face was covered in blood, and her tiny body trembled against his chest. The sight immediately drew attention. Nurses hurried over with a stretcher. “What happened?” one of them asked. “She got hurt,” Thomas replied breathlessly. “Please help her first.” The nurses carefully moved Emma onto the stretcher and rushed toward the emergency room. Thomas followed closely behind until they reached the doors. “Dad…” Emma slowly opened her eyes. Thomas forced a smile despite the fear squeezing his chest. “It’s okay. Daddy’s here.” The emergency room doors closed with a bang, leaving him standing outside with blood still staining his hands. A familiar memory flashed through his mind. Years ago, a doctor had once bowed respectfully and addressed him as "Young Master" after he got injured during a horseback riding acciden

His thumb hovered over the number. For a moment, Thomas didn't move. Memories rushed through his mind. His father's angry face. The huge argument that shook the entire Brown family. The suitcase he carried out of the house. And the promise he made before walking away. "I don't need the family money." "I'll make it on my own." Eleven years had passed since that day. Thomas let out a long breath and pressed call. The phone rang four times before someone answered. "Hello?" An old voice came through the speaker. Thomas's throat tightened. "David..." There was a loud crash on the other end, as if someone had jumped to their feet. "Young Master?!" The old man's voice trembled. "Young Master, is that really you?" "It's me." Thomas closed his eyes. Saying those two words felt harder than climbing the mountain. David sounded excited and emotional at the same time. "It's been eleven years! You finally contacted us!" Thomas leaned against a nearby rock. "I'm in some trouble

Later that night, Ava returned to the hospital room. She stopped at the door for a moment. Thomas was sitting quietly beside Emma's bed. The scratches on his arms were still there, and the exhaustion on his face was impossible to miss. For a brief second, her expression softened. Then it was gone. "In a few days, it's my grandfather's seventy-fifth birthday," she said. Thomas didn't look up. "The whole family will be there." She hesitated before continuing. "You should talk to my dad." Thomas finally glanced at her. Ava lowered her eyes. "It's better than living like this." The room fell silent except for the steady beeping of the monitor beside Emma's bed. "For Emma's sake..." Ava said quietly. "Can you do it?" Thomas let out a faint laugh. Ask Adam Bailey for help? The same man who had looked him in the eye years ago and said, "You think someone with nothing can marry into my family?" "I'll never accept you and anything that comes from you." Even after all these ye

Edward punched him across the face. Gray staggered backward. His eyes widened. "Are you insane?!" Edward threw the photographs at him. "They speak for themselves!" The pictures were scattered across the ground. Gray looked down. His expression froze. Every photo showed him with a woman. A woman who happened to be Edward's girlfriend. For a moment, nobody spoke. Then Gray forced a laugh. "Come on." "It's just a woman." Edward nearly exploded. "Just a woman?!" His face turned red. "I treated you like a brother!" Gray raised his hands. "It was a mistake!" Edward wasn't listening anymore. He rushed forward and punched him again. Gray finally lost his temper. The next second, the two boys were rolling on the ground throwing punches at each other. Teachers quickly backed away. Students gathered around to watch. The scene was pure chaos. Then Thomas's voice rang out. Cold. Calm. Clear. "Edward Wright." "Gray Brooks." The two boys stopped fighting and looked up. Thomas

Thomas watched Ava walk back to the table and couldn't help smirking. "So she really doesn't believe me." He shook his head. "It's just one business deal. How difficult can it be?" Pulling out his phone, he called David. The call connected almost immediately. "Young Master, have you finally decided to return and take over the family business?" David asked hopefully. Thomas rubbed his forehead. "Not this again." David laughed awkwardly. "Then what do you need?" "I want to know what project Ava is working on." There was a brief pause. Then David replied, "She's negotiating a contract worth one hundred and eighty thousand dollars with the Holland company." Thomas frowned slightly. "The Holland family?" "Yes. They're one of the companies in our business network." David sounded casual, as if discussing the weather. "Should I buy the company or bring their executives over for a meeting?" Thomas almost choked. "David." "Yes, Young Master?" "Buying a company isn't the answer t