Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 124

Chapter 124

Miexha lay still on the bed.
A clean white bandage wrapped around her head, an IV line resting in her delicate hand.

The steady rhythm of the heart monitor filled the room.
Too calm for what had happened.

The door burst open.

Jayson stepped in, still in his fencing uniform, breath uneven, sweat clinging to his skin.

“Miexha…?”

The maid bowed nervously.
“S-She was in the library, sir. Studying with her tutor… then she stumbled into a vase. We brought her here immediately.”

Jayson went still.
“…Tutor?”

“Mr. Zatariel Wov.”

That was enough.

He walked to the bedside, slower now. Careful.
He reached out, brushing his thumb lightly against her hand before leaning down to press a soft, trembling kiss against her bandaged forehead.

“You always find a way to get hurt…” he whispered.

Then he straightened.

The moment he turned around, the warmth disappeared from his face.

The maids and nurse instinctively stepped back, no one dared to look up to him.

Without another word—
He turned and walked out.

The doors of the library were wide open.

Glass shards glittered across the marble floor. Books lay scattered.

Maids hurried to clean the mess.

Jayson didn’t slow down.

“Where’s that fucking tutor?” he demanded.

“T-The young master Wov is at the presidential office, sir.”

Jayson stormed out — every step fueled by rage.

When he reached the presidential office, the door was slightly open. Before he could speak, a sharp, echoing SLAP cut through the air.

Zaren Wov’s hand struck across his son’s face.

Zatariel didn’t even flinch. His cheek reddened, his hair fell over his eyes, but he stayed still.

Jayson’s anger faltered—just for a second.
Then instinct took over.

“Ninong, stop!”
He pushed the door open.

Zatariel’s cold eyes lifted to him.

“Stay out of this,” he said, voice rough.
“You’ve done enough.”

Jayson’s jaw tightened.
“I didn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me!” Zatariel snapped, his voice cracking.
“You promised. If we ever loved the same girl… you’d step back.”

Something snapped in Jayson.
His fist connected to Zatariel's Jaw before he could think.

THUD.

Zatariel staggered—but didn’t fall.

“I did step back!” Jayson shot back, breathing hard.

“She chose you first. I respected that.”
His voice dropped—dangerous.

“But now she’s with me.”
A step closer.
“And you hurt her?”

Zatariel let out a hollow laugh.

“Hurt her?” he echoed. “You want the truth?”

His eyes burned.
“I kissed her.”

Jayson froze