It was past Eight PM, at Liberty College University. The evening had a festival feel, with students having fun all around. Meanwhile, as the students enjoyed themselves, Lewis Reynolds sat in the quiet Liberty Library, a young student with a book in his hands, fully engrossed in reading.Despite his handsome appearance, Lewis's clothes made it clear at first glance that he was poor. The truth is, the 23-year-old was an average student, juggling multiple jobs just to make ends meet. At times, he would run errands for wealthier students just to earn a few bucks, which made him one of the most looked down on students on campus.Suddenly, a loud noise echoed through the campus, shattering Lewis's peaceful reading. With a frown, he closed his book and rose from his seat. Since the library was on an upper floor, he walked over to the glass window to see what the commotion was about.“What!”The sight that met his eyes was stunning, over a hundred college students had gathered, all shouting

Sasha frowned and was about to speak, but Larry interrupted. He threw an arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek. "Don't worry about talking too much, Sasha. I’ve got this," he said confidently.Sasha smiled and nodded. Larry stepped forward and faced Lewis with a sharp tone.“Lewis Reynolds, I didn’t quite hear you. Say it again,” Larry demanded.Lewis sneered. “Ask her yourself. I’m not wasting my breath.”Larry’s brows tightened in Anitaoyance. “Fine, forget it. You want your $500 back that you gave her?”Lewis shot back, clearly irritated, “You heard me the first time—why ask again?”Larry was losing patience, but he stayed calm. "You say she owes you. First of all, are you a loan agent? And second, do you have any proof that Sasha actually owes you?""Mind your business. Who even are you, and what do you know? Were you there when she asked for the money? Why are you butting in? Isn’t your job just to act like some spoiled rich kid and flirt?" Lewis snapped.Larry’s anger b

The words hit Lewis like a tidal wave, leaving him shocked and struggling to breathe, and the jeers from his classmates only made the pain worse.“Expelled? Finally!”“Maybe now he’ll learn how to behave.”Desperation etched on Lewis’s face as he pleaded, “Please, Mrs. Anita, I know I was late, but we have a test soon. If I miss this class, I’ll fail.”But Mrs. Anita didn’t budge. Her face stayed firm. “I’ve made my decision, Lewis. You’ve caused enough trouble in this class.”“Mrs. Anita, please, I’m begging you. I can’t afford to fail this test. I’ll do anything to make up for being late,” Lewis said, his voice shaking.But Mrs. Anita stayed firm. “Your actions have consequences, Lewis. My decision stands.”“I swear I won’t be late again,” he pleaded. “Just give me one more chance. Please.”But Mrs. Anita didn’t budge. “Leave the class, Lewis,” she said firmly.Seeing that his begging wasn’t working, Lewis became more desperate. “Please, Madam Anita, I’ll do anything. Give me any pu

Lewis scratched his head, unsure how to answer.Madam Sarah gestured to the chair beside her. “Sit down.”Lewis nodded and took a seat.She smiled warmly. “What’s your name?”“Lewis, mom,” he replied.A joyful expression lit her face. The name stirred something in her memory—but there was something else that made her smile. “Wait… did you just say ‘ma’am’?” she asked.I said my name is Lewis,” he said, trying to be clear.Sarah shook her head slowly, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “No, not that— the word you said right after your name.”“Mom?” Lewis repeated, a flicker of surprise in his voice.She smiled through tears, wiping them away gently. Then she looked at him, her voice soft but steady.“You know, I have a son too—his name’s Lewis. If he were still here, he’d be just like you by now. It’s been years since anyone’s called me ‘mom.”Lewis nodded, sensing the pain behind her words. Then he asked softly, “What happened to your son? And what do you mean, if he was around?”Sar

Boom. The revelation hit Lewis like a tidal wave, rattling him to his core.“Wha… what are you saying?” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.Sarah reached for his hand, but he pulled back, eyes wide with confusion.“Lewis, I’m your mother,” she said gently. “You’re the son I lost.”He shook his head, backing away.“No, no—what is this? Didn’t you bring me here because Mr. Asher almost hit me? Are you just trying to make me feel better? What is this, really? Explain.”Sarah quietly poured a glass of wine and offered it to him.“Here. Drink this, son.”Lewis shook his head.“I don’t need wine. I need answers.”She nodded.“And you’ll get them. I’ll tell you everything that confirmed you’re my son. Just breathe. Calm down.”He hesitated, then took the glass. One deep breath—and he downed it in a single gulp.“Okay. I’m calm. Now talk. Please.”Sarah nodded, her gaze steady.“I’ve spent years searching for you,”she began. “Visiting orphanages, chasing every lead. Last night, we