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.

her face with cold water to ward off the remnants of sleep, Lemira reminded herself of the goal ahead: to

with her backpack in tow, she descended the stairs just as Lucian and Caspian stepped inside. Lucian, noticing her flushed cheeks, instinctively reached

through this, thinking of the academic marathon that

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

health condition. He approached the dining table, "Evelina's ill. You're to look after her at school until she

coddle her like before. Since

own piece, "You owe Evelina's father a life debt, and you almost killed her. It's time you start

was focused on having breakfast; though without appetite, she forced herself to eat. There were still less than 100 days to have the university entrance exam, and after

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

up without