Alisha patiently guided Sheyaan thought every deatail. Explaining each point with clam focus.
but today somthing was different Sheyaan studied with an intensity she had never shown before.
it was as if a new desire a new thirst for learning had was kened within her.
After a while, when the lesson was complete, Alisha smiled, capped her pen, and let out a calm, satisfied breath.
"Sheyaan! That's it for today's... study session… we'll meet again tomorrow... okay?"
Alisha said softly.
In her sweet and innocent voice, Sheyaan replied,
"Yes, Professor! We'll definitely meet.. tomorrow. And... I promise I'll complete... all of today's work properly and... try my best to understand everything."
Seeing her dedication, Alisha's face lit up with happiness. She closed the notebook, stood up from her chair,
and picked up her purse. Then suddenly, she pulled Sheyaan into a warm hug.
"Alright, I'll get going now… but..remember! We're going to the... library tomorrow—don't forget!"
Alisha reminded her playfully.
Sheyaan hugged her back and said gently,
"I'll remember, Professor… take care of... yourself and go safely!"
After saying this, Sheyaan saw Alisha off. Once Alisha left, Sheyaan gathered her books with a renewed sense of.
motivation, neatly arranged them on the table, and then quietly left the room as well.
When Alisha reached the lounge downstairs, she saw Zavian already there.
He was sitting comfortably on the sofa, trying to piece together a jigsaw puzzle.
His entire focus was on those scattered pieces, as if he was searching for some hidden meaning within them.
Alisha slowly walked up to him and asked playfully,
"Zayan! What are you...doing?"
Hearing her voice, Zavian slowly lifted his head. His face carried the same flat, unreadable expression.
He glanced at Alisha for a moment, then lowered his gaze and continued working on the puzzle.
"Is the... study session done?" he asked in a serious tone.
Alisha replied enthusiastically,
"Yes! I finished it... a while ago. By the way… when will you be... coming home?"
Without looking up, Zavian placed another piece of the puzzle in its spot and asked,
"Why?"
With a cute smile, Alisha said,
"Because...today I'm going to cook... dinner for everyone myself. Younshu, me, Karan, and you… we'll all have dinner together. So make sure you...come home early, okay?!"
Hearing Alisha's words, Zavian shifted his attention away from the puzzle and glanced at her. After a brief silence, he said softly,
"Alright… I'll come."
As soon as he agreed, a wave of happiness spread across Alisha's face. Cheerfully, she said,
"Okay.. then, bye-bye!"
She quickly left, while Zavian once again lost himself in the scattered pieces of his puzzle.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the hospital ward was quite serious.
A nurse entered the room carrying a light lunch for Lucy. After checking on her, she said gently,
"Lucy, please have your lunch slowly. It might taste a little unusual, but for your health,
you need to finish it completely. After that, it will be time for your medicines."
The nurse had just started taking out the medicines when Chan, who was standing nearby, said with a playful yet confident smile,
"Don't worry, Nurse… I'll give Lucy her... medicines myself."
The nurse smiled reassuringly at him, said,
"Okay,"
and left the room. As soon as she was gone, Mang-long carefully helped Lucy sit up and began feeding her.
Lucy quietly ate her food, taking small bites, and soon both her lunch and medicines were finished.
Once everything was done, Chan turned toward Mang-long and asked in a low voice,
"Dad… now tell me, what were you... thinking? What is this 'plan'?"
Mang-long looked at Chan with a deep, steady gaze. His tone was as cold as ice,
"The task I called you...here for… it's time you..begin it."
A dark, cunning smile spread across Chan's lips. With an eager tone, he said,
"Okay, Dad! But first,...let's get Lucy discharged from the hospital. After that... the real mission will begin. Sounds good, right?"
Mang-long nodded in agreement and then turned toward Lucy, who had been silently listening all this time.
"Lucy… you'll have to assist..Chan in this mission. Are you... ready for it?"
Lucy, burning with hatred, replied in a firm yet low voice,
"I've been waiting for this moment... for so long! I'm completely.. ready… to show them their place."
Hearing this, the three of them exchanged a high-five, their laughter echoing with a chilling sense of victory.
Their smiles revealed that they had already planned something dangerously destructive.
Meanwhile, in the calm and peaceful atmosphere of the mansion…
Unaware of everything, Sheyaan sat comfortably on her bed in her room, absorbed in playing a game on her phone—
completely oblivious to the fact that, in another corner of the city, plans were already in motion to shatter her happiness.
Sheyaan was still absorbed in her game when suddenly, her stomach made an odd sound—her hunger had finally kicked in.
She put her phone aside, made a slightly pouty face, and muttered,
"Ugh! I'm... really, really hungry!"
With that she collapsed onto the bed rolling slightly in sheem exhausted.
But she didn't stay there you long in the very next second she sparang back up slipped into her slippers grabbed her.
Phone and dashed out of the room her step were quick as she rushed down the stairs toward the kitchen but suddenly she stopped.
Outside the kitchen, two servants were standing there. Instead of working, they were secretly staring at Zavian, who was sitting in the hall.
Both of them had shy smiles on their faces. One of them sighed dreamily and said,
"Look at him! He's so..handsome and cool… I wish...he could become my..husband!"
The other one teased her,
"Oh really? Not even a..boyfriend—straight to husband?!"
The first one replied shyly,
"Well… you don't.. get it! Being a boyfriend isn't as special..as having a husband."
Both of them were completely lost in their own thoughts, blushing as they kept staring at Zavian.
Just then, a low but heavy voice filled with anger echoed from behind them,
"If you..want, should I..send his parents to your..house with a marriage proposal?"
Hearing this, the first servant felt as if her heartbeat had stopped. Without even turning back. She said excitedly,
"I've been... ready for this for so long!"
But she had barely finished her sentence when the angry voice from behind froze her blood.
Both servants turned around at the same time in shock. Standing behind them was Sheyaan—her eyes filled with anger
and her face set with firmness. They were completely startled and instantly bowed their heads, stammering as they apologized,
"Uhh… So… Sorry, ma'am! Please.. forgive us!"
Their voices trembled with fear. Glaring at them, Sheyaan said in a strict tone,
"Is your...duty over? Don't you.. have homes to go back to?!"
Seeing this side of her, the servants didn't dare stay any longer. They quickly said,
"Yes, ma'am! We're leaving. Please.. take care!"
And with that, they hurried away quietly.
After they left, Sheyaan's gaze shifted toward Zavian, who was sitting in the hall.
He was lying back on the sofa in complete calm, his eyes closed and his head resting against the back.
He looked so peaceful, as if he was completely unaware of everything happening around him.
Sheyaan kept looking at him, a faint confusion lingering in her mind. Then, lost in her thoughts, she quietly walked toward the kitchen.
The moment she stepped inside, Zavian slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze went straight to the kitchen door—the very place Sheyaan had just passed through.
Seeing Sheyaan head into the kitchen, Zavian got up from the sofa and quietly followed her.
Entering the kitchen, Sheyaan placed a pan on the stove and started pouring water into it.
She was completely lost in her own world when suddenly, a cold and heavy voice startled her,
"What are you.. doing here?!"
Sheyaan turned around to see Zavian leaning against the doorway.
As usual, his hands were tucked into his pockets, and his gaze was fixed on her.
Feeling slightly nervous, she replied softly,
"I...I'm hungry… I'm making noodles."
Then, gathering a bit of courage, she looked at him and asked,
"Do you... need anything?"
Without even blinking, Zavian replied in a flat tone,
"No."
Sheyaan simply said,
"Okay,"
and went back to making her noodles. But something felt strange.
Slowly, she glanced sideways and saw that Zavian was still standing there, watching her intently with his cold, deep gaze.
Sheyaan couldn't take it anymore. Nervously, she said with hesitation,
"Why are you...looking at me like that? Go...away!"
In the same cold yet deep voice, Zavian replied,
"I'm watching you… so you don't mess anything up."
Sheyaan turned to him with innocent confusion and said,
"What could I...possibly mess up?!"
Saying that, she went back to focusing on the noodles as they boiled.
As soon as they were ready, she quickly, driven by her hunger, excitedly...
In a rush, without using any cloth or holder, Sheyaan tried to lift the hot pan off the stove.
The very next moment, the heated metal touched her soft skin, and a painful scream escaped her lips,
"Aaaahhh!"
Zavian, who was standing at the doorway, reacted instantly and rushed toward her.
The flat expression on his face was gone, replaced by clear concern.
"Sheyaan! What happened? Show me!"
He grabbed her hand in panic and started checking it.
A part of her hand had turned badly red from the burn. As soon as Zavian tried to gently touch the injured area with his fingers, Sheyaan cried out in pain again,
"Aaahh!"
Zavian looked at her for a brief moment, then quickly scanned the kitchen.
He was searching for a first-aid box so he could treat the burn immediately.
But as his eyes moved around, they suddenly stopped at a cabinet in front of him.
There resting silently lay an old yellowed piece of paper It's appearance was unmistakable it was identical to the mysterious paper.
Kalene had give Zavian earlier for a moment time seemed to freeze. Zavian's eyes widened in shock his gaze locked onto it.