CHAPTER XLIII

Morning came, and Steven went to school earlier than usual, feeling down and uncomfortable. Last night, he was down with a fever again. His wound does not hurt, but the effect is still impactful. Luckily, his parents were still home, and his mother treated him.

When the sun was up, his fever was not that great, and he went to school with the help of his older brother, who sent him in front of their school gate. He just put his arms on the table with his face facing the table. He is being awkward and getting uncomfortable.

What his father had said last night stayed in his mind after that. He could not shoo the thoughts away. His father might be wrong, but his father must be right. He is afraid of their reaction when they learn about his secret. Would they still act normal if they knew? Or would they throw hate at him?

It had been running through his mind since he entered the university. He is still determining what he should do or how to act toward them now.

"Steven?" Someone called him