Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 141

Chapter 141 

Zatariel's POV

Fortunately—

The next day was Saturday.

A small mercy, I guess.

I spent the night in one of Dom Mansion's guest rooms.

After a long shower—necessary, for reasons I will not elaborate on—I slept.

Deeply.

Peacefully.

Like an innocent individual.

Then—

"Zatariel!"

I woke up.

Abruptly.

My door opened with unnecessary urgency.

My father stood there.

I sat up slightly, still disoriented.

"...Am I dying?" I asked.

"Do you feel sick?" he countered immediately.

I blinked.

"...No? Yes? No..."

He stared at me.

Closely.

Then exhaled.

Like he felt relief.

That was... new.

"Jayson is in the hospital," he said.

I froze.

"...What?"

I sat up fully.

"He must have caught something," I said quickly.
"From last night. He was—"

I paused.

"—touching dirty."
"Urgh.. street children," I finished.

My father stared at me.
Then face palmed.

"I think you're still fine," he said flatly.
"Still energetic."

I frowned.

That did not align with my conclusion.

"Did you drink anything blue last night?" he asked suddenly.

I paused.

Blue...

Ah.

I glanced slightly to the side.

"I recall placing one in my cart," I said slowly.
"But I did not consume it."

I looked back at him.

"Jayson did."

There was a brief silence.

"He complained it was too sweet," I added.
"So I chose not to attempt it."

A wise decision, in retrospect.

"Asha?" my father asked.

"Bottled water," I replied.

"Is she still alive and functioning?"

My father nodded once.

Then sighed.

"Was it the drink?" I said, frowning slightly.
"That was the cause?"

He nodded.

"It contained substances harmful to the body," he said.

I stared at him.