“You don’t need to worry about Mr. Brown,” Robert said calmly. “I’ve served at his side for more than a decade. As far as I can remember, he has never made a decision without carefully considering every consequence.” Eric fell silent. Those words reminded him of everything that had happened over the past several days. Issabel had hit Catrine Rothwell with her car. Jason had been beaten so badly that his arm and leg were broken. Anyone looking at the sequence of events would naturally assume that the Rothwell family was behind it all. Eric let out a quiet breath. “All right.” He then changed the subject. “I want to return to campus this afternoon.” Robert frowned slightly. “The university? Have you fully recovered, Young Master?” Eric nodded. “I have.” Robert asked no further questions. “Very well. But if you need anything—or if anyone dares cause you trouble—please contact me at any time.” Eric smiled faintly. “I’ll remember that.” Before leaving, Eric changed his c

Eric walked toward them with calm, measured steps. Along the way, he picked up a glass with a small amount of alcohol left in it from an empty table. When he was only a few steps away, the toe of his shoe suddenly caught on the leg of a chair. His body lurched forward. Crash! Eric slammed into Joshua’s back. The remaining drink spilled from the glass and soaked the back of Joshua’s shirt. Joshua shot to his feet. “What the hell?” Danny and Zaki turned around as well. The moment they saw who had done it, their expressions changed. Eric. Eric raised both hands to shoulder level. “Sorry. I tripped over the chair.” Although he was apologizing, his eyes were filled with mockery. Joshua’s face instantly turned red. “You bastard… So it’s you! Where did you find the nerve to ruin my shirt?” The sight of Eric standing directly in front of him caused all the anger he had been suppressing to erupt again. It was because of this man… He and his friends had been suspended from th

Meanwhile, somehow, Danny, Zaki, and Joshua also ended up in the hospital that night. Their injuries were far worse than Vincent’s. Several bones in their bodies were broken, and their faces were nearly unrecognizable. Naturally, their parents were furious when they saw the condition of their sons. But after learning the full story, their anger gradually gave way to despair. They knew their sons had started everything. Worse still, the family they had offended was the Rothwell family. None of them dared pursue the matter through legal channels. All they could do was swallow their bitterness and pray that the Rothwell family’s anger would end there. Meanwhile, Eric and Andreas left the hospital after confirming that Vincent was receiving medical treatment. They returned to the bar to retrieve Eric’s car, then headed back to the mansion. As the night wore on, more members of the Rothwell family arrived at the hospital, making the atmosphere increasingly tense. Eric k

Before long, the black sedan arrived at the Jones residence. Eric stopped the car just outside the front gate. “We’re here,” he said quietly. “Come inside. Have dinner with us before you go home,” Xavia offered. Eric hesitated, unsure whether to accept or decline. “Well…” Seeing the uncertainty on his face, Xavia added, “My grandfather asked me to invite you.” “Mr. Jones asked for me?” Eric confirmed. Xavia nodded. Eric let out a quiet breath. “All right.” The black sedan slowly proceeded through the gate and entered the grounds of the Jones residence. A short while later, they stepped out of the car. Eric followed Xavia toward the main entrance. Several servants who witnessed their arrival exchanged glances. Although none of them dared comment, the surprise on their faces was unmistakable. After all, this was the first time they had ever seen Xavia return home with a man. When they reached the dining room, no one else was there yet. However, an assor

After leaving Vincent’s room, Eric briefly greeted the Rothwell family members outside before saying goodbye. Before long, his black sedan pulled away from Trinity Hospital. ⸻ Inside the hospital room, Vincent remained rooted to the spot. He repeatedly clenched his fists, rolled his shoulders, and twisted his body from side to side. There was no pain. No soreness. His body had truly recovered. “Hahaha…!” A burst of delighted laughter suddenly filled the room. “Incredible…” he murmured. He tried to calm himself down. But each time he felt how completely his body had recovered, the smile on his face became even harder to suppress. Just then, the door opened. Several members of the Rothwell family rushed inside after hearing his laughter. Vincent quickly cleared his throat and tried to regain his composure. “What happened?” one of them asked. Vincent was slightly startled to see so many people enter at once. He drew a long breath, struggling to contain h