It Takes a Pen to Straighten Up B*st*rds

Naive Adorable Student 2

Cale slams the uncle's description of Maes onto the table. Intent on stealing the children's inheritance for himself, the man approaches and looks down at him.

He snarled and turned around, "You even made collateral out of it, huh? What a shameless bastard."

"Make sure this bastard won't ever come out of this prison."

Hilsmans saluted Cale and said, "Yes, Young master-nim, leave it to Hilsman!"

Cale returned to the hospital to find Vicross tending to Maes, who had passed out.

Pendrick emerged from the emergency room.

"He's up."

"I'll go meet him right now."

Who can stop Cale from doing whatever he wants even though it's past visiting hours? He owns more than half of the shares in this hospital owned by the Henituse.

He's wealthy on his own!

He notices Lark sitting there, staring blankly. He appeared to be nervous. He approached him and positioned himself at the foot of the bed.

The door clicked and gradually began to open. Cale noticed the Lark, who was sitting awkwardly. Lark hesitated for a bit before starting to speak.

"Um... really, thank you."

Cale didn't want to hear this strange voice any longer, so he motioned Lark to the tray across from him. Lark looked at the tray and peeked at Cale. Unlike his earlier words that made Lark think of his uncle, this person, named Cale Henituse, had an aura about him that made it difficult to approach him.

Rather than it being difficult because he was strong like his uncle, it just felt like it would be difficult to talk to Cale. But this difficult man came to his rescue. He wondered what happened to his siblings.

"They're safe... I brought them back to my house. Maes is outside but he can't enter the wards yet."

"Um... Thank you..." Lark seemed very naive, scared, and, in some aspects, stupid.

Cale responded to Lock's thank you.

"Sure. It is definitely something to be thankful for."

"Excuse me? Ah, yes."

Lark had an odd expression on his face as he sat back down. Cale watched Lark sit and start to speak.

"No need to thank me anymore. How are you feeling?"

The child trembled and bowed his head, saying, "Thank you very much, Teacher."

"That's not the answer to my question, Lark." Cale sternly replied.

Lark remained silent after that.

Cale didn't mean to sound stern, but this situation frustrates him.

"Lark."

"I... am fine... I can leave the hospital, and I swear I'll come to your classes, teacher."

Cale wanted to smack himself in the head. What's so difficult about answering his question? He sighed and turned to face Lark.

"Lark, nothing will hurt you or your siblings anymore... you can rest all you want."

Lark was currently experiencing pain for the first time in his life. Cale couldn't understand why such a young man had to go through all of this.

However, he only said one thing as he looked around at him.

"Don't worry, leave everything to me and rest..."