(Owen POV) Yuki's staff returned to the office before I could even decide to visit her myself. I went with them, but my wife only gave me an ominous stare without even a goodbye. Eventually, I began to wonder if my husband still loved me or not. Miss Nam, don't be tight-ass to me.   I was trembling as we walked to the home of the Carter siblings. As far as I know, Yuki was an adopted child, and her foster sibling, the biological son, shot the breeze as he was leading a mafia group. I confirm it, he is really a mafia boss. Kai Carter.  I thought mafia groups had been eradicated since the government was aware of what they might have to do.   I almost fell when I got out of the car. Yuki. Even her life sounded like a novel. She is really a diamond pike continuously hitting me. Wouldn’t Miss Nam care if I returned home as a corpse? I swallowed hard.

(DAHLIA POV)   I am in the middle of my writing when I hear someone calling for me downstairs. The voice was loud enough to be heard throughout the entire house. My other cousin was back. Grandma might wake her up if I don’t entertain him. The ingrates who suck off their parents' hard-earned money while pretending to be good students. I pity their parents. I continued writing, but the door to my room suddenly opened. “Dahlia!” I let go of my pen and faced him.   “Hush, will you? Grandma is asleep. Can you see it is still dark outside? You’re being unrespectful.” He needs to be enlightened but too obdurate.   “I don’t care. I need the money. Right now!” Karen had the same reason the other night. Did they think they could milk money from me? Their parents were already giving them a generous amount of school allowance. “The money, Dahlia. Hurry!” Right

(DAHLIA POV) I waited all night for Carlo. Karen's suspicion that I liked Carlo was definitely nonsense. Why have I waited like this? For what? This is the only thing I could do for their parents who wanted them to graduate college. They are literally a headache. I felt sorry for their parents. While waiting for Carlo’s return, I also resume my writing to kill the waiting hours. The ending of my novel was only a few pages close. I just couldn’t decide how to slay it. I notice that the ending playing on my thoughts is too cliche. This is not right. It must be unique. I could cliffhang my readers or just give them an open ending, which could lead to a sequel in case it clicks to the majority.   Sunlight was already peeking through the window. I stretched out my arms. I got up from my seat and opened the panes to let the wind in.   There is no sign that Carlo will return. My co

(DAHLIA POV)The guy who helped me was nuts. He let an old woman off with extorted money.  She’ll repeat it every chance she gets and scam as many gullible people. Tsk.Does the old woman no longer have a sensible job to cling to from scamming?Yet, I was hoping my face didn’t spread on social media and bashed on. I wasn’t an active member of SocMed platforms, but I was only concerned about my future readers. Having bad reputation before my career even begins isn’t a good start. Somehow it makes me sign up to a famous platform for me to be able to know the latest trends. A writer must learn continuously. I remembered what the man had told me earlier. Time is more valuable than money. So I picked up the groceries I bought and left the place.I ignored the people who were willing to waste their time meddling in none of their business.  And to the man, who helped me, thank you. Regardles

(DAHLIA POV)I was in the corridor, which is the rooms are for VIP patients. Has Carlo used an expensive room? Oh no! This can’t happen. The woman stopped at the front of a door, which is… is Carlo’s VIP room. My pocket was panicking about it. So, before we entered, I had to ask the clerk who really brought my cousin there?“Tell me the truth, Miss. Who brought Carlo here? Is he commissioned to do that ?!” my blood was seething.Did the hospital sponsor Carlo so he wouldn't have to pay for the bill? Or will the one who brought him here be gonna pay?No. Carlo was brought here for burying us in the hospital bill by the one who beat him. “You’re worried about the expenses? Aren’t you concerned about him?” A baritone voice asked.I turned to see who was talking and saw a man taking a cup of drink from the dispenser. “I don&r