Chapter 22 Get Ready, I'll Take You Somewhere


On the first day of school, Alaric drove Harry to school, and as he stood at the gate, he was truly astounded.

Luxury cars lined up; all the high-end models but paled in comparison to his dad's ride.

Harry couldn't help but marvel, "Man, even getting into primary schools is so competitive now?"

"Caspian, haven't seen you during the entire vacation, and look at you-a handsome young man now," greeted the principal while he helped with his luggage.

It wasn't just because of Alaric; Caspian was the pride of the school, a model student who had won first place in a global math competition for youth-a dream student for any teacher.

"Dad, I'm off to school. Just focus on your work. No need to worry about me. I'll be home for the weekend," Harry said before Alaric's phone began to ring, changing his expression. He dismissed the call with a flick of his hand and waved at Harry, "Got it. Be good and listen to your teacher."

"OK," Harry replied, reassuring him.

Before, Alaric would have been genuinely worried, hoping that Caspian would make more friends. Now that he seemed different, Alaric had nothing to worry about.

The principal led Harry to the dorms and even made his bed personally in a luxurious single room.

Talk about living it up!

Harry sent Caspian a message.

Harry: [Caspian, your school is amazing! All the teachers truly like you. Are you adjusting well to the new school your mom set up? If not, we can switch back temporarily.]

Receiving this message, Caspian and Elisa had just stepped into the classroom and were still looking for their seats.

Caspian: [No need.]

Seeing Caspian's terse reply, Harry couldn't help but comment again.

[Man of few words,

Caspian was texting Harry back, Elisa found a seat and was about to call him over when a little

me Elisa. And about being my seatmate, well, that

can be reclaimed by someone else," came the confident rebuttal.

could articulate a response, a commanding voice boomed overhead. Caspian was making his

snapped, "And who might you be? Seats aren't assigned

Caspian asserted, his tone brooking

observer, Caspian's domineering presence was palpable. In the end, the boy surrendered, huffily vacating the

Elisa, neatly stowing away his backpack before

brave just now," she

I'm here, no one's going to get a chance to mess

had once doted solely on him, her presence was a rare gift, one he intended to protect ardently. "Thanks," replied Elisa with a

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gesture. "Galen, I'm just

for itself despite being young. The

that so? Or does it have something to do with

files, he would surely acquiesce. That

Galatea responded with an earnest

end-a brutal multi-vehicle pileup, injured patients all at once. She had endured over twelve straight

out of the operating room, she felt completely disoriented, as if her limbs no longer heeded her commands. After shedding her scrubs and washing up, she slumped against the wall, exhaustedly collapsing to the floor. "Dr. Galatea, you're nothing short of amazing. A surgeon of your caliber is truly a

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her colleagues, coupled with the lives she helped save, made her ordeal

she returned to her office to check her phone, noting a missed

a message from the

and are especially bright. This is undoubtedly due to your consistent efforts in their upbringing. Together,

in her heart. This was an unmistakable pride of

courteous thank-you message in response when her phone rang with a

"Hello?"

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