Kyle frowned, confused by the sudden command."Heal him?" he repeated. "What are you talking about? I don't even know who's inside."Elijah's expression remained cold."You will."Before Kyle could ask another question, Elijah pushed the heavy wooden door open.A sharp smell of antiseptic and medicine drifted out into the hallway.Kyle stepped inside.The room was unlike the rest of the mansion. Instead of expensive furniture and decorations, it looked more like a private hospital ward. Medical equipment surrounded a large bed in the center. Heart monitors beeped steadily while oxygen tanks stood beside the wall.Several doctors immediately stood up when Elijah entered."Sir," one of them greeted respectfully.Elijah gave a slight nod."Leave us."The doctors exchanged nervous glances before quietly walking out of the room.Kyle's eyes slowly shifted toward the man lying on the bed.His breath caught.The man looked no older than forty-five, but illness had stolen years from him. His

"Stay behind me!" Kyle shouted at Emily. Elijah beamed with a wicked smile. "And what exactly are you going to do? You can't possibly fight your way out of here." he said laughing.His back was rested against the wall with a cigarette in his hand. "You know, I have always envied both brothers." Elijah said again and this time, a wicked smile appeared on his face. "I was never the favoured son. It was either your father or that bastard!" Elijah walked forward while Kyle and Emily slowly kept walking backward towards the closed gate. "Do you know how I survived back then?" he said and paused. "You bastard! Do you think you are going to get away with this?" Kyle cursed under his breath, holding Emily's hand tightly.Elijah laughed again. It was clear that he was finding it amusing. "I didn't believe it when I knew you were alive. I had always thought Adrian was going to bare it all. But then, he was just a mere bastard!" Elijah's voice echoed through the dark tunnels. "You know

"Brace yourselves!"Clark yanked the steering wheel to the right.The rocket streaked past the driver's side with barely a metre to spare.BOOM!The explosion swallowed the lane they had occupied a split second earlier.A wall of fire erupted behind them.The shockwave lifted the rear tyres off the ground.The car spun sideways.Emily screamed.Kyle grabbed the dashboard as Clark fought desperately to regain control.The tyres slammed back onto the asphalt.Smoke poured around them."We're still alive..." Emily whispered, unable to believe it."For now," Clark muttered.The helicopter climbed before circling for another attack."They're coming around again," Kyle said, looking through the shattered roof.Clark cursed under his breath."They're trying to herd us into an open stretch. It'll be easier to hit us there."The two remaining SUVs accelerated, boxing them in.One moved to their left.The other closed in from behind."They're trapping us!" Emily cried."I can see that."The SUV

Time flew by in a matter of days. Xavier was discharged and was immediately brought into a new house befitting of a man who had a rich father. He has his own fleet of cars, servants and not to mention the luxury that came with his title. Alden bowed the moment Xavier got down from the car. Xavier's brows furrowed, his gaze swept through the serene environment and the freshness of the air he breathed in. “ Wait? Do I have to live here now?” Alden laughed. “ This is just one of the many houses your father has. I think staying here would be a good start.” he replied, his hand stretched out with a key. Rolls of servants lined up right in front of Ethan with their heads bowed. “ Welcome back home, Young master!” they all chorused at once. Young master? The name itself felt foreign to his ears. “ I need to get back to school. I was under….” “ Suspension?” Alden said immediately. “ That has been sorted out. We called the Dean and it has been taken care of.

The courtyard had not recovered. Even after the cars left, even after the whispers died down, even after the students slowly returned to their classes, something had changed. It lingered in the air—heavy, unsettling—and at the center of it all was Xavier Henderson. The Dean’s phone slipped from his trembling fingers and hit the ground with a dull crack. The courtyard fell into silence with each student anticipating what was happening next. Every single student watched as the once proud man—who had stood tall just moments ago—now looked like someone whose entire world had just collapsed. His lips parted, but no words came out. “…I understand,” he muttered weakly, though the call had already ended. Alden stepped forward calmly, his hands behind his back. “It’s been handled.” That was all he said. No explanation. No announcement. But everyone understood. The Dean swallowed hard, his legs trembling before he slowly turned to Xavier. For a moment, he hesitated. Then—“I… I sincere