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    He was certain they had Z under their control, convinced she couldn’t make any moves without their supervision.


    Z’s voice resonated in the car, brimming with cunning plots and the bitterness of unrequited love.


    She couldn’t bear not possessing what she desired; she was ready to tear down anything in her way.


    Late at night, at a bar,


    After several rounds of drinks, Z was tipsy yet alert.


    When a group of men approached her, she hesitated but eventually gave in to their advances.


    She believed she was already tainted; there was no facade left to maintain. She was there to indulge herself.


    They retreated to a private room, reveling until the early morning hours.


    Around three in the morning, the bar staff, cautious of trouble, served them sobering drinks before they left.


    Z got home just before four.


    The headlights of her car illuminated Milford, who was perched on the stairs, clutching his backpack and trembling in the crisp autumn air.


    Even his breath seemed cold now.


    Z, with keys in hand, stepped out of the car, ignoring Milford as she headed straight indoors.


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    Milford, numbed by the cold, caught a whiff of alcohol as Z passed by.


    He paused for a moment topose himself, frowning, before entering the house.


    Milford had spent the entire weekend working non-stop without any sleep. He had to catch the bus at six in the morning to school, leaving him barely two hours to rest.


    Ignoring Z, who was lounging on the sofa, he headed straight for his room.


    “Stop. Bring me some warm water,” Z demanded.


    Milford paused for a second before responding, “Get it yourself.”


    “Why do I even feed you?” Z snapped, jumping to her feet and ring at Milford’s retreating figure. “You eat my food, use my things, and now you’re talking back?”


    With a loud thud, Milford set his bag down and turned around, his face twisted into a mocking sneer. “Do I need to remind you? I haven’t touched anything you’ve bought. The food I eat is paid for with my own earnings. I cover my own school expenses with the money I earned—”


    “Didn’t I cover your tuition?” Z interjected sharply. “You refused the living expenses I offered and insisted on working part-time. How is that my fault? You’ll do anything for Eileen while you’re living in her ce, but you can’t even fetch me a ss of water?”


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