The ringtone sliced through the silence, halting Oliver in his tracks. He snatched up his cell from the table, ready to dismiss the call, but perked up at the sight of the caller ID.

Josefina, wiping drool from her lips, lounged on the couch farthest from Oliver, poised to make her exit.

Oliver's face was a mask of stormy steel, his voice glacial, "Pass the phone to him."

Soon enough, Rowan's irate grumbling bled through the line, "Day after tomorrow's my birthday, Oliver, you ungrateful bastard. Are you still trying to cage me? If the corporate world hears how you're treating me, aren't you afraid it'll tarnish the company's image?"

Oliver's scoff was tinged with amusement, "If you're not scared, why should I be?"

Caught off-guard, Rowan spat out a string of curses, "Oliver, you curse! I'm telling you, if you don't let me out, I'll bring us both down."

from the other end, "Oliver, we're still family at the end of the day. We

lost on him, "Afraid of being laughed

into laughter. Oliver sure

the phone. "The nerve! You bastard! Should've left you in the

"You seem to fancy that idea. Maybe

wanted to throttle Oliver, but

hung up, unwilling to let Rowan's rant ruin his mood. Tossing the phone aside on the sofa carelessly, he then turned to Josefina, who was standing now, her eyes wary, "I need to head home." She was thinking about the herbs she'd acquired, planning to whip up something for the upcoming medical competition where she was

taking her hand,

fear. He knew she assumed

"Relax, I'm not that much of a monster

Josefina's hand, Oliver led her out

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