For M, Nathaniel had always been treated like a stranger. The emotional scars from past humiliations were neither forgiven nor forgotten, and she had no desire to engage with him.


    But adults are one thing, and children are another.


    M never imagined that Julian''s psychological issues would be so severe.


    Sleepwalking at night? That was unexpected.


    Although she hadn''t spent much time with the child, he had made a ce in her heart. Hearing about his troubles pained her, yet she felt unable to offer help.


    Hesitating, she finally spoke up, "I''m nning to go abroad soon. If Julian gets too attached to me, it might be hard for him when I leave..."


    "No problem."


    Sensing her willingness, Nathaniel quickly interjected, "If you''re open to it, Julian cane with you. The Pembroke Group has projects overseas, and I''ll be relocating there soon. I can catch up quickly."


    Fearing it might inconvenience M, he added, "Don''t worry, it won''t be for long. Julian''s mother is set to be released in June, and she''ll take him then."


    With this assurance, she could consider helping.


    "I need to discuss it with a friend. Don''t get your hopes up, but I''ll get back to youter."


    "Of course, and I''ll be sure to show my gratitude afterward!"


    After hanging up the phone, M sat on the wooden chair, lost in thought for a while, finally feeling a bit relieved now that the lingering matters were addressed.


    There were many unexpected developments.


    Her main concern now was Lysander''s situation; she had to save him. Without him, there would be no future ns to speak of.


    She really didn''t want to end up in jail.


    With so many worries on her mind, she found it impossible to focus on her design sketches. Instead, she picked up her digital tablet and started to draw.


    Seeking a moment of peace.


    At noon, at the hospital.


    Archie sauntered in with an air of casual arrogance, once againing to visit his cousin.


    As soon as he entered the hospital room, he saw his cousin, Lysander, with a bandaged head, tinkering with something on hisptop.


    "Cousin, your head''s still not healed, why are you staring at theputer?"


    Seeing Archie approach, Lysander closed hisptop and looked at him with a slight impatience. "Didn''t I tell you not toe while I''m still sick?" "My dad sent me."


    Archie quickly invoked his father''s name, raising his hands in surrender and stepping back a few paces to sit obediently.


    "I promise I won''t cause any trouble. Just let me stay here, cousin~"


    He nced around the room, "Where''s that prettydy from yesterday? Isn''t sheing today?"


    He had deliberately chosen lunchtime to visit.


    As if summoned by his words, the door swung open, and Giselle entered with a radiant smile, carrying a basket of food.


    Recognizing Archie as Lysander''s cousin, she nodded politely, "I made extra food today. If you haven''t eaten, why don''t you join us?"


    Archie shed a grin, noticed Lysander''sck of reaction, and agreed with a chuckle.


    "Sure, let me taste Giselle''s cooking."


    Giselle paused, "You know me?"


    "Who doesn''t know the famous..." Archie paused dramatically, elongating his words, "Giselle?"


    "Archie!"


    Lysander''s face darkened as he reprimanded Archie for his cheeky tone.


    Giselle quickly sat beside Lysander, gently patting his hand to soothe him, "Lysander, it''s alright. Your cousin is still young, and you need to stay calm with that head injury."


    "It''s because he''s been spoiled."


    Lysander shot a warning nce at Archie but said no more.


    Archie shrugged but didn''t dare act out anymore. As he ate Giselle''s food, he continuously praised her cooking, making Giselle quite pleased.


    It was only around four or five in the afternoon, as his cousin''s patience wore thin, that Archie finally left.