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!”


    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,Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    “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 I


    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!”