When They Beg, I Rise!

Lucian paused, retracting his hand.

He hastened downstairs to find Evelina with cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, clearly feverish. "I'll get the car, we're heading to the hospital now," he declared with Caspian joining in to send Evelina to the hospital.

Upstairs in the bedroom, Lemira lay sprawled across her bed, her face mirroring Evelina's feverish tint, as sweat drenched her forehead. The night had been restless, filled with uneasy dreams that left her feeling lighter than air and deeply unsettled.

Came morning; the incessant buzzing of her phone with message alerts finally roused her from sleep. Irritated, she reached for her device, only to be greeted by a barrage of hateful messages. The source? A video of her pushing Evelina into the pool had gone viral on the school's social media platform.

Evelina, beloved by many at school, had her legion of fans now unleashing their fury on Lemira. The headache that ensued felt nearly explosive. In response, Lemira dove into the fray, her replies sharp and filled with the kind of venom that would make sailors blush. The forum was ablaze, its moderators in a panic over the sudden spike in traffic.

After sending those messages, Lemira tossed her phone aside and tried to find solace in sleep once more. After all, with her ties to the Langstons now cut, public opinion mattered little to her. She didn't want to suffer from the unfair treatment any longer. The sharp rap of the maid's knock soon followed, "Miss Langston, it's time for school, you'll be late."

The realization hit her; school was still a commitment she had to honor.

of the goal ahead: to sever ties with the

in her uniform and with her backpack in tow, she descended the stairs just as Lucian and Caspian stepped inside. Lucian, noticing her flushed cheeks, instinctively reached out to check her temperature, only for Lemira to step back to

this, thinking of the academic marathon

scoffed, "Ungrateful wrench, she's tough as nails. Not like our Eve, frail since

words about Lemira's health condition. He approached the dining table, "Evelina's

had gone wild gradually and determined not to coddle her like before. Since she didn't understand how to be grateful, he'd

you almost killed her. It's time you start making

breakfast; though without appetite, she forced herself to eat. There were still less than 100 days to have

utensils, demanding attention. "I'm talking to you, can't you

without