Santoso walked into my room with calm, casual steps, even before I had a chance to invite him in. For someone who had come uninvited, I found his attitude downright rude.I was still leaning against the headboard, my body feeling heavy, but I forced myself to sit up straighter.“Are you sure you want to receive a visitor right now?” Anna asked anxiously.“Yeah, it’s fine.” Santoso was still standing in front of me, silently watching us. “Besides, it’s too late to throw him out now,” I whispered.Anna immediately left my room. The door closed softly behind her.“Dylan,” Santoso greeted, his voice low and calm. “I heard the news. My condolences on the loss of your father.”“Thank you for coming.”He moved toward the window, then sat down on the sofa without being invited. He was so casual, as though this were hardly a formal visit. Somehow, that only irritated me more. He acted as if he could do whatever he pleased.“Your father was a great man,” he continued, looking at me with an unre
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