Olin let out a rough sigh. His knuckles hurt and looked red. There were scratches on his palms but he did not care. His sharp eyes gazed at his three opponents who were down and moaning in pain.“Damn, I should have been more gentle,” he grumbled. She slightly twisted her wrist which was in a bit of pain. What was making her feel this much pain? Oh... the blow he gave the red-haired girl felt too tight.Today should have gone on as usual. There was no need to dirty his hands and make a slight injury. What would she give as an excuse to her mother and father later? Not to mention his aunt who was very fussy but eager to support him-if she knew what was happening, Olin was one hundred percent sure that tomorrow... would be a very horrendous day at school.“I wish you hadn't messed with me,” muttered Olin as he took one more look at the faces he had battered. “You're wasting my time.” He sat down on one of the piles of unused items around the back of the warehouse.Olin reached under her
“What on earth are you doing, Olin?” asked Helena with a half frustrated sigh. She massaged her temples in disbelief at what Olin had done. When her only child came home, his uniform was dirty. His hands had plaster on them in several places. Not to mention his hair was sticking up in a mess.“Nothing,” Olin replied with a wide grin. “Let's just say I fell down.”“How can that be?” snapped Helena, who was trying her best to be patient with the 15-year-old girl. Olin was a gentle child who disliked excessive activity outside. Let alone playing in the mud, even getting her uniform a little dirty, Olin didn't like it. But... I don't know what made the girl change.Was the puberty of today's teenagers very different from what Helena had experienced? The woman really couldn't understand why times were moving so fast. She could not keep up except to try to understand and assist Olin as best she could.“Mommy doesn't need to be angry.” Olin chuckled. “If Grandma Vera says, Mommy will get pre
“I will meet that young man later. I need to get my business done this time,” Olin said with a low grumble. There was no other choice but to step towards the teacher's office. He glanced at the smartwatch in his hand. Not a single message had come in yet, indicating that the person he relied on could solve all his problems today.Olin stepped into the teacher's room with a calm face, barely even showing the slightest worry. In his heart, he had already guessed what would happen. The three girls must have reached the teacher's room first and reported what happened. And this time, they didn't just play with words like before, but brought their parents to urge the school.“I wonder what they said as a form of complaint, huh?” asked Olin with a giggle. He couldn't imagine how the three of them would look when they complained. Either to their parents or to their teacher this morning.At the door, Olin paused, took a deep breath, and smiled a little. “Relax, Olin. It's just a small problem.
After leaving the teacher's room, Olin let out a long sigh. He knew that the problem was not completely solved. But for now, he felt quite relieved. There was still some time before the first lesson ended, and his hand was starting to feel a little sore from the bandage that had started to come loose.“I forgot to change it this morning,” Olin muttered as he looked down at his hand. With a leisurely pace, he decided to head towards the medical room.The school hallway was quite quiet, with only the occasional sound of teachers teaching from the classroom. But when Olin passed the student council room, his steps stopped. The door of the room was open, and the voices of several people having a discussion could be heard clearly.“This year's spring festival needs to be more festive than last year's,” a woman's stern voice echoed from inside the room.“We need more sponsors,” said a man. “The funds available now are only enough for basic decorations. If we want a bigger stage, it's imposs
“Gosh, why is that guy so annoying? Why not just tell me his name? What's so hard?” grumbled Olin as he headed to his classroom. He had to pull himself together quickly. there were still at least a few class hours before recess rang.Olin entered the classroom with a leisurely pace, his hands still busy adjusting the strap of his bag that was a little loose. His gaze swept the entire room, making sure the atmosphere was back to normal. There were no more teachers interrogating him or suspicious stares like in the teacher's lounge earlier.“What a long time!” Jihan immediately approached Olin with a cheerful smile. “Where have you been? The second lesson bell is about to ring, you know!”Olin smiled slightly. “To the health room. My hand needs more attention.”Jihan looked at Olin's hand, which had been neatly wrapped with a fresh bandage. “Are you okay?”“As you can see, I'm still alive,” Olin said casually as he sat on his stool. He took out a notebook from his bag and looked at Jiha
"Sign this document," Arslan said matter-of-factly. He entered the magnificent two-story house he'd worked so hard to build."What's the file, darling?" asked Helena in amazement. She was holding a tray of dinner she had prepared for her husband."Our divorce papers."The tray fell over. It made a disturbing noise and scattered a lot of broken glass. But none of this bothered Helena. The only thing that kept her from looking away was Arslan, who gave her a disgusted look."You are careless," Arslan scolded when he saw how much was scattered. "Rina!" he called to one of the servants in the house. Hurriedly, the woman named Rina came to them. Arslan's orders were things that had to be done immediately. If they didn't, they would face his wrath and a long lecture."Could you be more careful?" he reproached Helena. "Do you think what you have in your hands was bought for nothing?" Arslan glared disapprovingly. He gave Helena a look of annoyance, irritation and disgust.As if... Helena was
"Did you hear what Arslan wanted, Helena?"Helena turned her head to the source of the voice. Mirna's voice had been friendly and welcoming, but now? It was harsh, unfriendly, and gave the impression that Helena was someone who needed to be removed from this house immediately."But what Arslan wants is a divorce, mother," Helena said, still trying to speak politely. She had been taught since childhood to always speak politely and to respect the people around her. Even though Mirna's attitude made Helena more and more angry and disrespectful, she tried to bear it."So?" Mirna approached Helena immediately. "Why didn't you grant my son's wish?"Helena blinked in disbelief. She thought there was still some normal thinking left in her mother-in-law's head. Unfortunately, this was not the case. Instead, Helena got the impression that she was the one in the corner. It was clear from the look in Mirna's and Yori's eyes that they wanted Helena to leave the house immediately."Did you hear wha
A white sports car pulled into the yard of the two-story house where his girlfriend lived. A bespectacled man with a gentle, warm gaze got out of the car and walked confidently. He had hung his white suit neatly in the back seat. Don't wrinkle it, he doesn't like it. But his steps were stopped when he heard a commotion from inside the house."What's going on?" he asked with a deep frown. "Should... I go in now?"Suddenly he heard the sound of a heavy blow. The man had to shake his head in amazement and curiosity. And as soon as he stood in the doorway, he found an ominous scene. A woman had been struck hard on the cheek. Had he not remembered his purpose for coming to this house, he would have quickly gone to help the woman.To him, a man should never hit a woman. He was truly angry at a man who could do that to a woman."Ah... you've finally arrived, my love!"The scream made Michael realize where he was. He couldn't help but smile at the beautiful woman who came to him. He returned
“Gosh, why is that guy so annoying? Why not just tell me his name? What's so hard?” grumbled Olin as he headed to his classroom. He had to pull himself together quickly. there were still at least a few class hours before recess rang.Olin entered the classroom with a leisurely pace, his hands still busy adjusting the strap of his bag that was a little loose. His gaze swept the entire room, making sure the atmosphere was back to normal. There were no more teachers interrogating him or suspicious stares like in the teacher's lounge earlier.“What a long time!” Jihan immediately approached Olin with a cheerful smile. “Where have you been? The second lesson bell is about to ring, you know!”Olin smiled slightly. “To the health room. My hand needs more attention.”Jihan looked at Olin's hand, which had been neatly wrapped with a fresh bandage. “Are you okay?”“As you can see, I'm still alive,” Olin said casually as he sat on his stool. He took out a notebook from his bag and looked at Jiha
After leaving the teacher's room, Olin let out a long sigh. He knew that the problem was not completely solved. But for now, he felt quite relieved. There was still some time before the first lesson ended, and his hand was starting to feel a little sore from the bandage that had started to come loose.“I forgot to change it this morning,” Olin muttered as he looked down at his hand. With a leisurely pace, he decided to head towards the medical room.The school hallway was quite quiet, with only the occasional sound of teachers teaching from the classroom. But when Olin passed the student council room, his steps stopped. The door of the room was open, and the voices of several people having a discussion could be heard clearly.“This year's spring festival needs to be more festive than last year's,” a woman's stern voice echoed from inside the room.“We need more sponsors,” said a man. “The funds available now are only enough for basic decorations. If we want a bigger stage, it's imposs
“I will meet that young man later. I need to get my business done this time,” Olin said with a low grumble. There was no other choice but to step towards the teacher's office. He glanced at the smartwatch in his hand. Not a single message had come in yet, indicating that the person he relied on could solve all his problems today.Olin stepped into the teacher's room with a calm face, barely even showing the slightest worry. In his heart, he had already guessed what would happen. The three girls must have reached the teacher's room first and reported what happened. And this time, they didn't just play with words like before, but brought their parents to urge the school.“I wonder what they said as a form of complaint, huh?” asked Olin with a giggle. He couldn't imagine how the three of them would look when they complained. Either to their parents or to their teacher this morning.At the door, Olin paused, took a deep breath, and smiled a little. “Relax, Olin. It's just a small problem.
“What on earth are you doing, Olin?” asked Helena with a half frustrated sigh. She massaged her temples in disbelief at what Olin had done. When her only child came home, his uniform was dirty. His hands had plaster on them in several places. Not to mention his hair was sticking up in a mess.“Nothing,” Olin replied with a wide grin. “Let's just say I fell down.”“How can that be?” snapped Helena, who was trying her best to be patient with the 15-year-old girl. Olin was a gentle child who disliked excessive activity outside. Let alone playing in the mud, even getting her uniform a little dirty, Olin didn't like it. But... I don't know what made the girl change.Was the puberty of today's teenagers very different from what Helena had experienced? The woman really couldn't understand why times were moving so fast. She could not keep up except to try to understand and assist Olin as best she could.“Mommy doesn't need to be angry.” Olin chuckled. “If Grandma Vera says, Mommy will get pre
Olin let out a rough sigh. His knuckles hurt and looked red. There were scratches on his palms but he did not care. His sharp eyes gazed at his three opponents who were down and moaning in pain.“Damn, I should have been more gentle,” he grumbled. She slightly twisted her wrist which was in a bit of pain. What was making her feel this much pain? Oh... the blow he gave the red-haired girl felt too tight.Today should have gone on as usual. There was no need to dirty his hands and make a slight injury. What would she give as an excuse to her mother and father later? Not to mention his aunt who was very fussy but eager to support him-if she knew what was happening, Olin was one hundred percent sure that tomorrow... would be a very horrendous day at school.“I wish you hadn't messed with me,” muttered Olin as he took one more look at the faces he had battered. “You're wasting my time.” He sat down on one of the piles of unused items around the back of the warehouse.Olin reached under her
The faint morning sun shone through the gap in the bars, illuminating the small room where Tiara Jacob sat. Her face looked calm, but her eyes held a lot of burden. Today, she was going to meet Luna, the aunt she had come to rely on since her life changed completely. If not for Luna Jacob's compassion, who knows what would have happened to Andy. Just thinking about it made Tiara uneasy. She no longer wants anything to do with her ex-husband; Arslan Tan. After what he did and how selfish Arslan was towards Tiara and Andy.They divorced when Andy was one year old. Tiara took care of everything from prison, although initially Arslan didn't accept it but Tiara didn't care. He was patient enough and gave a lot of leeway to their relationship.Tiara didn't even bother to contact Tan's family to ask for help looking after Andy. The latest news Tiara heard was that they were heavily in debt and struggling to support themselves. So how could they support Andy properly?And Tiara's biggest cons
“How did you meet the Edison family at Andy's school? Don't they have references to schools that are much better than Bright Star Academy?” Luna massaged her temples tiredly.Andy had been in his room for some time. Luna felt guilty for being late picking up the boy. But what the heck, she had to take care of the cake shop she managed.“But they don't recognize me,” Luna muttered immediately. “That's much better for us.”“Grandma,” called Andy carrying his school bag. “Help me with my homework.”“Come here.” Luna patted the seat at her side. “I'll come with you to do your homework.”That evening, Luna sat in the living room watching Andy busy with his homework. The boy, though only seven years old, looked so serious. Luna couldn't stop being grateful for Andy's good growth, though there were many worries she kept in her heart. One of them was Andy's encounter with a little girl at the school event this afternoon.Luna knew who the Edison family was. Their name had caused a stir with t
“What are you doing, darling?” asked Michael as he handed Helena a cup of her favorite latte. They were in the lounge room that had been transformed into a private library, where Helena often spent time just sitting and enjoying her coffee and books.Michael saw Helena looking thoughtfully at a photo album that she had made as a memento. Starting from the first month of pregnancy, whatever the moment, Michael always captured it. He said that memories can disappear, but they can be recalled when you look at the photos of when they were created.“I look so pale here, don't I?” said Helena, pointing to a portrait of herself wearing a pastel-colored brocade dress. She smiled slightly as she rubbed her flat stomach. Her eyes looked puffy and her face was not as cheerful as usual. Helena remembered that she had just been discharged from the hospital for the umpteenth time.Helena had severe nausea, her whole body was weak and helpless. She thought it would be easy to get through the first t
Seconds pass, minutes change, and the clock keeps turning. Time marches on mercilessly, carrying days, months and even years that pass by as if without a trace. But for one five-year-old boy, time feels like a silent blanket covering his life.Andy Tan-a name familiar to few who've heard the dark rumors of his family-grows up under the watchful eye of his foster guardian, Luna Jacob. No one knew what had really happened to his family, except for a few faint whispers that faded over time.The news that once had almost all mass media scrambling to show the progress of her parents' case, slowly faded away. Buried under a pile of new news that captured the public's attention. The big scandal is now just part of the archives, no longer a hot topic of conversation. But for Luna Jacob, Andy's foster guardian, the traces of the past are still tangible. And it's like a time bomb that could explode at any moment.Even so, when Luna first met Andy, there was a sense of pity and trepidation. The