2026-05-06 18:30:01Ken was still sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. Before he could process everything further, his phone vibrated on the floor.
Usually, the unknown number like this were either loan offers or customers who sent the wrong address.
For some reason, this time he answered. The voice on the other end sounded calm and professional.
“Good afternoon. Am I speaking with Mr. Ken?”
Ken immediately sat up a little straighter.
“Yes. Who is this?”
“I’m Freya from the legal division of Aurora Logistics Group. We are contacting you regarding a change in the company’s shareholding structure.”
Ken’s heart beat a little faster, but he kept listening seriously.
“There are several documents you need to sign as part of the verification and authorization process.”
Ken didn’t respond immediately. His gaze went blank for a moment, as if connecting the pieces that had just happened.
“…so,” he said slowly, “this is about those shares?”
“That’s correct, Mr. Ken. You are currently registered as one of the shareholders of Aurora Logistics Group. Therefore, your presence is required for further administrative processing.”
Ken let out a slow breath, the corner of his lips lifting slightly.
“That was fast,” he murmured almost inaudibly.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing. Please continue.”
The woman continued, “We would like to invite you to come to the Aurora Logistics headquarters tomorrow at 10 a.m. Our legal team will assist you through the entire process, including explaining your rights and obligations as a shareholder.”
“Alright,” he replied shortly. “I’ll be there.”
“Thank you for your time.”
The call ended, and the room fell silent again. Ken stared at his phone for a few seconds, then the corner of his lips lifted slightly.
…
The next morning, Ken wore his best outfit, simple, but clearly better than before, bought the night before with money he got with the help of the system.
He adjusted his collar slightly, then let out a slow breath as he looked at the Aurora Logistics headquarters building standing majestically in the middle of the city.
Now, he entered through the main entrance.
But as soon as he reached the reception desk, a young woman behind it lifted her head, glanced at him briefly, then returned her attention to her computer screen.
“What do you need?” she asked indifferently, without a smile.
Ken stopped in front of her.
“I have an appointment. With the legal division.”
The woman finally looked at him again. This time longer, from head to toe.
“Name?”
“Ken.”
Ken stated his name clearly. The woman’s fingers moved quickly across the keyboard. A few seconds passed, then she frowned.
“Not listed.”
Ken frowned slightly.
“I was contacted yesterday. By Miss Freya, from the legal division.”
The woman stopped typing. Her tone changed slightly, but not into politeness, rather into doubt.
“Miss Freya from legal?”
“Yes.”
She leaned back slightly in her chair, looking at Ken with a different expression.
“Sir, if you want to get in here, don’t make up the names of insiders.”
“What do you mean?”
“My meaning is clear,” she replied, now with a slightly mocking tone. “The legal division isn’t someone just anyone can contact. Especially…”
Her gaze went up and down, judging Ken’s appearance again.
“…outsiders.”
Some people in the lobby began to glance over.
Ken remained standing where he was.
“I’m not making anything up.”
The woman scoffed softly.
“If you really had an appointment, it would be in the system. But your name isn’t there.”
“I was contacted directly.”
“Oh really?”
Now she smiled faintly, but it was clearly not friendly.
“In a dream?”
Some passersby began to smile, some even chuckled.
Ken let out a slow breath, holding back his emotions to stay calm and polite.
“I don’t have time for this. Please check again.”
Hearing that, the woman immediately frowned and sneered.
“Sir, I also don’t have time to deal with people who come without a clear appointment.”
“There is an appointment.”
“Proof?”
Ken fell silent for a moment. Indeed, he had no proof except the phone call. Besides, he lacked experience in matters like this, that was why last night he didn’t ask many questions and simply agreed.
The woman immediately caught that pause and became convinced Ken was lying.
“There isn’t any, right?” she said. She pointed toward the door and rudely added, “If you don’t have a clear purpose, please leave. Don’t disturb operations.”
Ken looked at her for a few seconds.
“So you won’t allow me to enter?”
“No,” she replied quickly. “Not without proof.”
“Alright.”
Ken took out his phone. Not to argue further, but to contact the only person who mentioned his name yesterday.
At the same time, whispers began to be heard around him.
Ken ignored them. He simply stood there, waiting for the call to connect, while behind the desk, the receptionist continued to look at him with a condescending expression.
The ringing tone stretched in his ear, but there was no answer. He pressed redial, but it still wasn’t picked up.
The receptionist had lost her patience. She let out a rough breath, then pressed a button beside her.
“Security,” she said coldly. “Please come to the front lobby.”
A few seconds later, two security officers approached.
The receptionist pointed directly at Ken.
“Take this man out. He’s lying and disturbing other visitors.”
One of the officers stepped forward.
“Sir, please come with us.”
Ken didn’t move. His gaze remained calm, but his feet seemed rooted to the floor.
“I’m not leaving.”
The officer exchanged glances with his partner. His tone hardened. One of them began to raise his hand, about to touch Ken’s shoulder, but Ken slightly shifted his body to avoid it.
“Don’t make this difficult, Sir.”
The receptionist stood up from her chair, her face annoyed.
“If he still refuses, just force him out!”
Ken took a slow breath. If they really forced him, he wouldn’t stay still.
Just as the tension was about to break, a voice came from behind.
“Oh… Ken. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at home… reflecting on your fate?”
Ken slowly turned his head, and when he saw the face his eyes narrowed slightly.
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143. The Debt That Wasn't His to Bear [2]
His father paused, his fingers resting against the edge of the magazine. A faint crease appeared between his brows before he let out a weary sigh."He borrowed it."Ken looked at him without responding immediately.Of course, he knew that already. His father had lent the car to his uncle, and everyone in the family seemed to regard the arrangement as perfectly normal. What bothered Ken wasn't the fact that his father had lent someone his vehicle, but the way his father always seemed to surrender his own interests whenever his younger sister's family wanted something."Borrowed?" Ken repeated, his voice remaining controlled. "Dad, I know he borrowed it. I'm asking why you let him take it in the first place."His father lowered his gaze toward the magazine."They needed a car for a few days. It's not a big deal.""Not a big deal to whom?"The question came out more firmly than Ken had intended. He wasn't shouting, but the weight behind his words was enough to make his father stop turni
142. The Debt That Wasn't His to Bear
The motor finally came to a stop in front of the hospital building, and Ken switched off the engine before removing his helmet. The journey had been considerably more peaceful this time, mainly because he had insisted on driving himself rather than allowing Conal to take the handlebars again.Conal, who had spent most of the ride sitting behind him with both hands gripping the sides of the seat, seemed to have recovered from the trauma of their earlier accident. He took a deep breath, stretched his arms, and looked at the hospital entrance."See? We arrived safely. I told you I wouldn't cause any trouble this time."Ken turned to look at him."You weren't the one driving.""Details, Ken. Details."Before Ken could respond, the hospital's main entrance opened, and his mother emerged from inside. She spotted the two young men standing beside the motorbike and immediately walked toward them, her expression brightening when she recognized Conal."Conal? What are you doing here?""Auntie!"
141. Untapped Opportunities
After conducting several simple tests, Ken began to understand the possible cause.“It seems the problem isn’t with the pump or the pipes. The pressure sensor might no longer be reading changes correctly, or there could be a fault with the automatic switch.”He lightly tapped the outside of the control box. “I need to inspect the components more closely to be sure, but we shouldn’t leave the pump running like this.”Uncle Abrams nodded, slightly surprised by how carefully Ken was examining the device.“You know about this sort of thing?”“A little. I learned about it when I took on part-time jobs in the past.”
140.
Uncle Abrams appeared from inside the house with his wife. Both looked shocked when they saw the damaged barrier, the scattered ornamental plants, and a motorcycle lying in the middle of the wreckage. Their gazes then shifted to the two young men standing nearby, their clothes covered in dust and their expressions anything but composed.Uncle Abrams’s wife immediately approached them.“Oh, my goodness! Are you two all right? Is anyone hurt?” she asked anxiously, checking Ken and Conal from head to toe.“We’re fine, Auntie,” Ken answered quickly. He brushed the dust off his clothes, then bowed his head sincerely. “We’re sorry. It’s our fault for damaging the barrier and the plants in front of your house.”Conal, who had been busy mourning his motorcycle, immediately straightened up. He bowed as well, although his movements were a little awkward because one hand was still holding his waist.“I’m sorry, Uncle! Auntie! I really didn’t mean to do it. I’ll take responsibility for all the da
139. “...Am I still alive?”
Ken actually had a bad feeling creeping into his mind. However, seeing Conal enthusiastically patting the back seat, he decided not to think too much about it.After all, they only needed to go to Uncle Abrams’s house, and it wasn’t even that far away.Unfortunately, Ken soon realized that trusting this man had been a huge mistake.The moment Ken sat down and held on to the back of the motorcycle seat, Conal immediately twisted the throttle. The motorcycle shot forward at an absurd speed for the relatively quiet village roads, making Ken instinctively grip the side of the seat more tightly.“Conal, slow down a little!”“Relax! I know these roads better than anyone!” Conal answered loudly, as though he had just received a compliment about his riding skills.Ken stared blankly at the man’s back. He felt that the twenty-five-year-old Conal was no different from the five-year-old Conal who used to ride his little bicycle.Both were equally terrible at controlling their vehicles, equally f
138. Childhood Friend
Once everything was reasonably organized, Ken picked up his backpack and carried it to his room. He placed it beside the wardrobe, then looked around the room for a moment before letting out a soft breath.The room was still simple, with an old study desk in the corner and a bed that hadn’t yet been fitted with fresh sheets. There was nothing luxurious about it, but that was precisely what made it feel familiar.After living in the city for so long and facing all sorts of events he could never have imagined before, being here made Ken feel as though part of him had returned to the past.Unfortunately, he didn’t have much time to reminisce.He still needed to visit Uncle Abrams and thank him in a more appropriate way. He had already prepared a special bag containing several gifts for the man.Ken left his room and found Kienna carrying her clothes and skincare set toward her own bedroom.“Hey, don’t forget to put fresh sheets on my bed,” he said.Kienna turned to him with an expression
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