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The teen, who moments ago had boasted about his fighting prowess, rose compliantly, following the girl upstairs. Despite this, he continued to extol his own virtues. âHey, Milly, wasnât I something just now? Let me tell you, Iâve got Taekwondo skillsâIâm at the fourth level!â
âYeah, impressive stuff, Anthony,â Milly replied casually, her tone acknowledging.
âAbsolutely, let me tell you, if it wasnât for me, Mr. Jonathan would have been a mess. I wouldâve laid into him until he looked like a wreck, punch after punch!â Anthony boasted, his tone swelling with pride.
There was no need to see Anthonyâs face. He must be smug about himself.
Jonathan, overhearing this, let out a derisive snort, feeling a twinge of embarrassment on Anthonyâs behalf. The idea of Anthony landing punch after punch was laughable, especially boasting about being a fourthâlevel Taekwondo practitionerâutterly shameless!
The more Jonathan ruminated, the more his irritation grew, his fist clenching tightly on the sofa. Suddenly, a tingling sensation shot through his palm, drawing his attention.
Opening his hand, he noticed a bloodstain, likely from scraping it during the earlier scuffle with Anthony. His gaze flicked involuntarily toward the stairs, where two figures had already vanished.
Beside him, Stephanie lounged comfortably, enjoying fruit peeled by a servant, her attention fixed on the TV. Sensing his gaze, she looked over in confusion. âWhatâs up, Jonathan?â she inquired.
Jonathan pursed his lips, displaying his bloodied hand. âNothing,â he muttered dismissively.
It iss nothing, reallyâa minor wound hardly worth fussing over. Nobody should adopt Anthonyâs dramatic flair. After all, a scratch was just a scratch.
Hmph!
Stephanie noticed his mood, blinked, and upon seeing that he seemed fine, swiftly commented, âJonathan, that outfit you rocked on the TV show was killer, like it was tailored just for you. Fans are ravingâyou totally overshadowed Oliver!â
âIs that right?â Jonathan glanced indifferently at the TV screen. A character he once revered now felt lackluster, weighing on his heart with a disquieting heaviness.
Jonathan lingered outside Millyâs door, hesitating for a prolonged moment before rapping lightly.
Had he lost his bearings earlier? Jordan had instructed the staff to summon them for dinner, so why had he rushed up here? What was he doing? What if his actions were misconstrued by his shrewd new stepsister? Would Stephanie be displeased�
Millyâs door stood slightly ajar, and through the crack, he caught snippets of their exchange.
âI donât want this, itâs so lame. Iâm a tough guy!â
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âFine, donât wear it
âNo, wait, Iâll put it on. Letâs go with the
green one.â
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Anthony grimaced at the green, catâpatterned bandâaid on his hand, expressing disdain. âThis bandâaid totally ruins my macho vibe!â
Milly tidied up the cotton swabs and alcohol, rolling her eyes.
Youâre barely even a college kid. Thereâs nothing macho about you yet.
âKeep it dry for a few days. If you need to wash your hands, use a wet wipe,â Milly reminded.
âGot it.â Anthony nodded.
After tidying up, Milly rose and suggested, âLetâs go, dinnerâs almost ready. Time to head downstairs.â
At the mention of descending, Anthony promptly slumped onto the table, groaning, âI donât wanna go down. My hand still stings a bitâitâs too painful. I canât face dinner tonight.â
The mere thought of heading downstairs and facing that buffoon Jonathan ignited a spark of fury within Anthony.
Once, he wouldâve eagerly descended to confront him, but now, with his sisterâs bandâaid protecting his hand, he couldnât risk it getting rubbed off.
Milly, unable to decipher Anthonyâs inner turmoil, heard his pained cry and assumed his distress was genuine. âStill hurting?
âCome here, Iâll blow on it for you. Itâll soothe the pain,â she offered, drawing from the comforting methods of their orphanage days, when Grandma would console them in similar ways.
While uncertain of its efficacy, she couldnât recall any residual pain after Grandmaâs ministrations, only a growing sense of case. So, it must have worked.
Anthony hadnât anticipated such a tender response to his casual outburst. His eyes lit up as he extended his hand.
Milly gently blew on the wound. âFeeling better?â
Just as Anthony was about to nod, he paused. âWell, uh, I can still feel a wee bit of a sting thereâ¦
Milly lowered her head, blowing on it a few more times.
âItâs improved, but still⦠ah!â
Milly lightly tapped the unaffected area. âNo taking advantage. Get up and letâs head downstairs.â
âOkay.â
Anthony, comforted by Millyâs care, grinned as he opened the door. However, his expression darkened upon seeing the figure waiting outside.
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Jonathan, caught off guard by Anthonyâs swift response, felt momentarily flustered.
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Fortunately, his emergency training as an actor kicked in, and he quickly composed himself. âJordan asked me to fetch you⦠letâs head downstairs for dinner,â he replied smoothly.
Still simmering with irritation, Anthony responded tersely, âFine.â
Turning to Milly, he suggested, âLetâs head downstairs together.â His expression betrayed a hint of concern, wary of leaving her alone with Jonathan.
Jonathan, observing their exchange, slid his hands into his pockets, his tone icy as he remarked, âSuit yourself.â
As he began to leave, he felt a gentle tug on his sleeve. Then, a soft voice spoke, âAnthony, you go Jonathan and I will come down in a moment.â
ahead.
Anthonyâs eyes widened, his gaze akin to catching a traitor. âWhat?â
âYou, you, youâ¦âhe stammered, pointing at Millyâs actions with the fervour of a husband catching his wife in infidelity.
Milly found his dramatics exasperating and sighed. âAnthony, just wait a moment. Can you give me three minutes? If I havenât come down by then, you can come up and find me.â
Arms crossed, Anthony remained obstinate. âNo, say it here.â
Milly pursed her lips, noting his stubbornness
âHow about you time me? I promise to be back in front of you in three minutes, okay?â
Clasping his teeth, Anthony begrudgingly agreed, his tone cold. âFine, just three minutes. Iâll start the
timer.
He promptly retrieved his phone, starting the stopwatch with the precision of someone afraid of being even a second late.
Milly remained silent, a mixture of determination and resignation in her expression.
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