Chapter 12


    Ang had only one major ss in the afternoon. After finishing her ss, Ang nned to go straight home. Although she


    now had a ce to live, she didn’t have much money on her. The Kins Family believed that as long as they provided her with


    food and she didn’t starve, she should be grateful. Ang left the school gate and waited for the bus while opening her phone.


    Out of habit, she wanted to go online and check if there were any part-time jobs on the app. But when she opened her phone,


    she felt a bit frustrated. It wasn’t a smartphone, so she couldn''t really find any jobs with apps. She could only make calls and


    send text messages.


    After a while, a ck sedan suddenly stopped in front of her. Subconsciously, she looked into the car and saw the back window


    slowly rolling down, revealing a man’s deep and three-dimensional face. His expression was as cold and indifferent as always,


    exuding an air of nobility untainted by the mundane world. Jonathan nced at Ang and said slowly, “Get in the car.” Ang


    was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant. The man frowned and said in a low voice, “There’s blood on your


    skirt.” Upon hearing this, Ang immediately blushed, anxiously looking behind her. Sure enough, there was a small red mark on


    the back of her blue skirt. Although it was already September, the weather was still hot, and this was the only skirt she had.


    Embarrassed and angry, Ang covered the red mark on her skirt with one hand, but unfortunately, Jonathan saw it. She felt so


    embarrassed that she wanted to disappear on the spot. “Get in the car!”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Jonathan’s cold voice came again. At this moment, the driver’s door opened, and Sebastian, the driver, got out of the car. He


    smiled kindly and opened the back door, gesturing for her to get in. After thinking for a moment, Ang didn’t want to be overly


    shy and got into the car, feeling embarrassed. But in her current situation, she didn’t dare to sit on the seat, afraid of dirtying it.


    Ang lowered her head and could only squat down, looking like a helpless little creature. Sebastian closed the car door and sat


    in the front driver’s seat. He turned his head and asked Ang, “Miss, where do you live?” “In the military districtpound, on


    Northcity Avenue,” Ang answered cautiously, not knowing where to put her hands and feet due to the embarrassment.


    Jonathan looked coolly at the crouching Ang and asked, “Isn’t it ufortable to squat like this?” “It’s not ufortable. It’s


    fine...” Before she could finish her sentence, Ang, due to nervousness, hit her head on the car roof, causing her pain and


    making her too afraid to make a sound.


    The rebuttal came too quickly, and she felt a bit awkward, burying her head even lower, not daring to breathe loudly. Jonathan


    pursed his thin lips into a straight line, nced at her, took off his suit jacket, and threw it onto the nearby seat. “Use this as a


    cushion.” Ang widened her eyes in surprise, her fan-like eyshes trembling. This suit obviously had a high price tag. She


    had to figure out how to afford her meals now, so how could she dare to use such an expensive suit as a makeshift cushion?


    She couldn''t afford it. Seemingly aware of her thoughts, Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “Do you think | need to extort money from


    a student like you?” Well... Ang epted it, thanked him, and then carefully stood up and sat in that spot. The car sped along


    the road, and to avoid awkwardness, Ang kept her gaze fixed on the window. The bright car window reflected Jonathan’s


    profile: handsome and unparalleled, clean, and clear, all while still exuding the maturity of a man. How could such an outstanding


    person die two yearster? It was such a pity. Soon, the car stopped at an intersection. Ang breathed a sigh of relief, thanked


    them, and immediately jumped out of the car. For some reason, Sebastian also opened the car door and called her back.


    Sebastian hesitated briefly before finally asking, “Miss, have you always lived in the military zone?


    Are you familiar with an elderly woman named Charlotte?” Upon hearing this name, Ang raised her gaze with curiosity. “You


    know my grandmother?” “Is she your grandmother? Can you tell me where she is now?” Sebastian’s voice carried a hint of


    excitement. Ang nodded, but her expression turned somewhat sad. “My grandmother passed away three years ago.”


    Sebastian seemed to have a hard time epting this news, disappointment filling his face. Sebastian wanted to say something


    else, but in the end, he chose not to. He smiled kindly and said, “We arrived toote. Alright, youngdy, you may go upstairs.”


    Ang nodded, turned around, and walked back, her mind filled with spection. Was Sebastian looking for my grandmother


    because of Jonathan’s illness? In my previous life, did Jonathan die because they couldn’t find my grandmother? Before she


    took a few steps, a hurried voice came from the car. “Master Jonathan, what''s wrong?” “The medicine, where is it?” Sebastian


    anxiously searched through the car’s storagepartment. He distinctly remembered cing spare medicine there, so why


    couldn''t he find it? Ang’s footsteps paused, and she quickly ran back, opened the car door, and got in. She saw Jonathan with


    a pained expression, his brows tightly furrowed, his face as pale as paper, and cold sweat seeping from his forehead. With one


    hand supporting his head, the veins on his neck were pulsating. Jonathan fell ill?


    Ang was startled by this scene and instinctively reached out to feel his pulse. A few secondster, Ang pursed her lips,


    roughly understanding Jonathan’s condition, along with the scent of herbal medicine emanating from his body. There was the


    aroma of magnolia bark, Centralis fungi, and diazepam. And these were all herbs used to treat insomnia, excessive dreaming,


    and mental weakness. Especially diazepam. Its use indicated that the situation was already very serious. Long-term sleep


    disorders would make a person irritable and mentally exhausted. Treating it as a simple sleep problem would be futile. Instead,


    with the passage of time, it would only worsen. Jonathan opened his eyes, his ck pupils as cold as ice, with a crimson tint at


    the corners. He gasped and turned his head, his face shrouded in darkness. With great effort, he managed to utter a few words,


    “Please keep your distance from me!”