Jack stood frozen, his phone still pressed to his ear, breath caught between disbelief and alarm. Lord Leo stepped closer, watching Jack’s reaction with furrowed brows."Who was that?" Lord Leo asked, his tone curious but cautious.Jack didn’t reply. Instead, he turned and walked briskly away from the hospital's front entrance. Lord Leo followed, weaving through the soft morning bustle until they reached a quieter corridor near the emergency wing’s fire exit, faint echo and no staff in sight.Jack stopped, turned, and faced Lord Leo. The tension on his face was sharp, carved. “He knew my full name.” Jack whispered. “He said... he knows me.”Lord Leo blinked, brows lifting. “Know you?”“I asked who he was.” Jack continued, voice low, “And he laughed and said his identity doesn’t matter. That he’s known me since I was born. Then he said at five I stole chocolate from my mom’s cabinet and blamed my sister.”Lord Leo’s jaw slackened slightly. “That’s... oddly specific.”Jack narro

Lord Lucas scoffed and waved a dismissive hand. “Take your foolish riddles and get lost.” He snapped, brushing past the officer with an arrogant stride.But before he could vanish down the hallway, Lord Williams’ voice rang out in a firm and sharp tone.“You’ve brought this on yourself. You've been trying to kidnap my grandchildren.”Lord Lucas spun around, face flushed, his eyes blazing. “Kidnap? Kidnap?” He hissed, stepping back into the room. “If I did what I was framed to do to your precious grandchildren. If I did that, what would I gain,nothing!” His voice climbed, bouncing off the cold walls of the police office.He glared at Lord Williams like a man robbed of something sacred. “I wouldn’t even consider kidnapping them if you just handed over our father’s wealth!” that is rightfully mine.” His chest heaved as his anger reached a breaking point.Lord Williams simply stared, his hands calmly folded behind his back. With no word said . Not even a twitch of emotion.Lord Lu

After nearly three hours of driving through winding roads and thickening dusk, Jack finally pulled into the Williams estate. The mansion loomed ahead like a castle bathed in soft golden lights, the low hum of music and chatter drifting out toward the gates.He parked neatly in the side lot and stepped out of his car, adjusting his jacket. The moment his shoes touched the gravel, a voice snapped behind him, the voice sharp and sarcastic.“Hey, you walking dead. Stop right there!”Jack paused, a smirk tugging at his lips. He didn’t even need to turn to recognize the voice. He spun slowly on his heel, gaze falling on Justin Bradley striding toward him, his right hand wrapped in thick white bandages a souvenir from their last encounter.“Well, well. Back for more?”Jack said dryly. Justin let out a mocking laugh. “I thought by now you’d be buried six feet deep… or burned to ashes. Hell, you stink so bad, even the ground would reject your corpse.”Jack tilted his head. “Charming. Where

Jack approached the towering wrought-iron gate, its spikes casting long shadows under the mansion’s security lights. He pressed the intercom button again, his breath steady. The screen on the pillar buzzed, and the grainy image of a stern-faced gatekeeper appeared."Who goes there?" The man barked."My name is Jack Adams." He began calmly. "Lord Sean Mason invited me personally. He said I should…”“Get out of here." The gatekeeper snapped. "We don’t let strays wander in. Turn around. Now."Jack blinked, taken aback. "You don’t understand. I…""I said leave!" The gatekeeper shouted, his voice flaring with irritation.With a frustrated breath, Jack turned and walked back toward his car. But as he reached for the door handle, his eyes caught sight of the black envelope still resting on the passenger seat.He paused, staring at it.Lord Sean Mason’s voice echoed in his mind: “If you reach the gate, hand this envelope to the guard. That’s your key inside.”Jack snatched the envelop

Butler Goof stepped into the room with his usual tray in hand. A warm smile spread across his face as his eyes landed on Jack sitting upright.“Ohh! Mr Jack, you’re awake.” He said cheerfully.Jack didn’t turn at first, his eyes fixed on the television screen. “Yeah.” He muttered, his voice still a bit hoarse.Butler Goof placed the tray gently on the table beside the bed and gave him a once-over. “How are you feeling, Mr Jack?”Jack slowly turned his gaze to him, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Better than I expected. That rare plant of yours… It's no joke. Strong stuff.”Butler Goof chuckled. “Indeed, it is. But for full recovery, you’ll need to take a full cup of it.”Jack’s smile vanished, replaced with mock horror. “A full cup?”Butler Goof nodded solemnly. “Yes, Mr Jack. A full one.”Jack leaned back against his pillows, brows furrowed. “You know, I was just thinking… Maybe half a cup would work too? I mean, my body always responds fast to treatments.