A calm smirk appeared on Arthur's lips, and his gaze shifted towards his family photo. "Do what I told you... I am his dad... I knew what was good for him." He signaled with his index finger for Ryan to leave.The bathroom door creaked sharply, waking Ryan from his thoughts about last night's incident as he tried to comfort himself. His gaze landed on Ewan, who stood there with a sculpted physique. He swept his wet hair back, which hung against his forehead like an aura reminiscent of a Greek god. His towel-wrapped body glimmered as he patted his damp hair with his hand before taking a shirt from the maid.After the maid left, Ewan started combing his messy, wet, silky chestnut brown hair. "Why are you still here?" He asked in a cold tone.Ryan snapped back, after hearning a voice. "Just hear me out..." he murmured in a professional tone.Ewan simply gave a single nonchalant nod. "Go ahead."Ryan took a deep breath before starting, "Mr. Huxley, the architect, ordered you to take over h

"Yes!!! Of course. Who's going to reject that?" Wyatt answered without second thought."Okay.... What about the survey?"Wyatt's excitement faded, and his brows dropped, and his high-pitched voice lowered as he pulled out a bunch of reports. " I took an interview about 10 members. But they have the same taste and have a less stressful life compared to Dominion 9. But I can be sure they are ruder than Dominion 9. They're never smiling and taking like a machine, and they answered everything like a code as you told."I know, man.... I am teaching the current world situation.... Calloway thought, managing to keep a faint smile on his face."But my question is, why was I so excited and feeling different than others? I have never been like this." Wyatt's gaze doubtfully landed on Calloway. "I think you changed something, didn't you?""Umm! impressive." Calloway stretched his whole body, his bones cracking with a soft pop. "Finally, you got a point. ""Huh!" Wyatt prompted."I just changed y

No!!!!!!!!"The scream tore from Wyatt's throat, a raw sound echoing through the entire ICU hall. Now, the screams and weeping faded into a silent room. Wyatt's tear-strained eyes slowly fluttered open, not in excitement, but with the dread of a returning nightmare.His breath hitched in a slight gasp as he stared at the ceiling, without any hope for his life. He remained silent, feeling completely broken with the guilt of himself. His body paralyzed in bed, he refused to move when he realized the hunting image of Astrid's blood-strained face. A single tear flowed down the temple to the earlobe; his heartbeat slowed in miserable pain. "No! No... It's not real!" He whispered in tightly, his soul not accepting the death."Why? Why!!!!!! I let her go... What have I done to break her?" He asked himself and became a face of depression. The time passed, he didn't wake up and sank into trauma and tied himself into the thoughts, just spending his entire day in bed like a coma patient.A flicker

The report proves it, Chief. A+ blood on a person with O-typed body," Lee declared strongly, placing the files and reports on the table."But our question is how the person can be able to travel the five hundred kilometers in just ten minutes," another presentation, Henry raised the critical question, letting the disbelief hang in the air."Yeah... How's it possible?" A flood of confusion murmurs begins, and every other officer exchanged glances in disbelief.Ewan noticed the frustration over the team, raised a hand straight away the murmurs died down instantly. "Are you sure about the data and reports?" he cross-checked.Lee nodded in strong agreement as he displayed the forensic report on the screen. "Yes, sir.... we are one hundred percent confirmed. We can be sure that those crimes were done by a single person," Henry confirmed and stood on their statement strongly.Ewan remains silent, his mind racing. How is this possible? Is it a distraction? He was already working through a do

Before the accident, three years ago.Twenty-seven-year-old Callaway, wearing a black hoodie, adjusted the normal mask to hide his identity as he entered the small, authentic cafe. High school students, workers, and couples are walking along the streets. Some college girls are taking selfies at a cafe, laughing and chatting happily, while others are engaged in different activities. As soon as he stepped his leg inside, the coffee's blending aroma hit his nostrils directly. Calloway silently settled near the corner glass window table. His eyes immediately found the table he was looking for. Before the second table, Astrid was sitting silently, her hands wrapped so tightly around a coffee cup, sipping a coffee that tasted like bitter guard juice. Her eyes were swollen, puffiness around the eyelids, rimmed with red from last night's cries, her cheeks were strained purple with pink, and her fingers were trembling on the wooden table. Observing her," When will Aldric arrive?" he wondered a