"Your fiancée is in the study with your father," Mia said softly."Isabella is in the study with my father?" Mattimeo's eyes lit up.It had been more than two years since he had last seen her. The memories they shared still felt as vivid as yesterday."That's good news. I almost thought something bad had happened. I'll go see her now."He immediately quickened his pace."Wait, Young Master! There's something you need to hear first!" Mia called as she hurried after him."When did he become so fast?" she muttered under her breath.As Mattimeo neared the study, he slowed down.Charging in recklessly would be disrespectful.He approached quietly. The study door was already open.Voices drifted from inside.His father's voice.Isabella's voice.Then the words he heard made him freeze.Roland looked at the young woman seated before him."Your teacher has already spoken to me, but I want to hear it from you directly. Why don't you want to marry my son?"Isabella lowered her gaze for a moment

Mattimeo was angry with himself. He understood that the strange changes in his body had probably driven his actions, but he should at least have been able to control himself to some extent.With his body still aching, he could only drag himself to the washroom. After washing up, he put on the robe Mia had already prepared for him and stepped out into the courtyard. The cool air brushed against his skin as he slowly walked among the flowers, taking in their colors and fragrance.Then he noticed a figure approaching from his left.His heart instantly went cold.Even now, he still couldn't fully believe what had happened between them.She stopped beside him. Neither of them spoke for a while. The silence stretched between them as they stood surrounded by blooming flowers.Finally, she broke it."You were quick to agree to ending the engagement. Were you only pretending to like me that much?" she asked playfully, a small smile resting on her lips."No." He shook his head. "I just think it

Mattimeo woke up early the next day. Quietly slipping out of bed, he headed to the washroom to prepare the bathtub. It wouldn't be proper to wake Mia at this hour.He filled the tub with water, only to discover it was cold. He had no idea how she normally heated it, so after staring at it for a moment, he simply poured in the fragrant soap and took his bath.Afterward, he dressed in a red robe and stepped out of his courtyard.He headed straight for the Scripture Pavilion.Along the way, he encountered several family members who were also early risers. Their eyes followed him as he passed, curiosity evident on their faces as they wondered why he was awake so early.Suddenly, someone stepped in front of him and blocked his path.Mattimeo looked up calmly and raised an eyebrow."What's with that look? I think you've forgotten your place, Matt."Mattimeo's gaze turned cold."Get out."He spoke only two words.The young man blocking his path suddenly stumbled backward, terror flashing acr

"Thank goodness. I'm starving like mad," Mattimeo said the moment he saw her carrying the tray.She set it down on a small table beside him."I'm curious, Young Master. Why did you do that at the library?" she asked."You wouldn't understand even if I explained. Just know that I did it for a good reason."*******The next day, Mattimeo got up early. After writing a letter, he slipped it beneath his bed.Then he reached underneath and pulled out several pouches filled with low-level spirit stones he had been saving over the years. He packed them into a backpack before stepping outside.It was still early morning, and only a few people were out and about."Young Master, where are you going?"The guards at the gate were different from the ones he had met the other day."I want to go to the mountains. Is there a problem?"The guards exchanged glances before shaking their heads."None at all. It's just that it's still very early."This wasn't the first time Mattimeo had gone to the mountai

Mattimeo walked out of the store and put some distance between himself and the entrance.“What do you want, son?” a man selling artifacts asked as he gathered a few of his wares and held them up for display.Mattimeo remembered passing the man when he had been dragged away. The man had been looking in their direction, yet somehow, he had not been looking at him.“Sir, did you see when that man over there dragged me into his shop?” he asked curiously.“Which man? You mean that shifty-eyed fellow? I haven’t seen him for days now. Besides, this is the first time I’m seeing you,” the man replied, looking confused.Mattimeo swallowed.His suspicion had been right.No one had noticed what happened, even though it had taken place in broad daylight.The realization filled him with terror toward the shifty-eyed old man.“I hope he wasn’t offended by how I acted back there and decides to take revenge,” he muttered to himself, completely forgetting that the man had stolen all of his savings, the