First Day

'Now the young master is doing well, Miss'

I sighed at Hema's ambiguous reply. Now? He means yesterday Axe was in a bad state, is that it?

'What was wrong with Axe before, Hem?'

I quickly typed my question, then pressed the send button. My fingers tapped my chin as I waited for Hema's reply, even though it hadn't been a minute since I sent the man a message.

'Did Axe hurt himself?"

I sent Hema another message expressing my suspicion and it turned out that what I had been afraid of happened. Hema's reply sparked anxiety that made guilt gnaw at my chest.

Axe had injured himself to such a degree that he needed a blood donor. Earlier, a message from Hema said Axe had had an argument with his father. Axe wasn't stupid and could definitely guess who the person who took me away was, he suspected the right person.

Unfortunately in the middle of their argument, Axe suddenly ended the endless argument by leaving Mr. O'Connor who was also fiery in the face of Axe's stubbornness.

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