"Welcome baby girl," Justin greeted Aiden with a tight, bone-crushing hug. "Thanks, Mama," Aiden replied playfully, and they both burst into laughter. As Charlie’s white Porsche disappeared down the street, the playful mood shifted for a moment. They were safe in their new off-campus home, but the lingering presence of the Smith family’s wealth—the car, the clothes, the guards—felt like a shadow that refused to fade. Eventually, they settled in the backyard garden, enjoying the cool evening breeze. Justin placed his beer can on the small table and leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So, tell me everything. From the moment you left until you stepped out of that Porsche. I don’t want to miss a single detail," Justin insisted. "There’s nothing special at all," Aiden tried to dismiss him, though he couldn't hide the flicker of memory in his eyes. "Eh! You mean nothing? That’s impossible. You were gone for almost a month, and to Tokyo of all places!" Justin folded his
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