Now, they were acting so sentimental over a watch. Did they still think there was a place for him in their hearts?

Nathan couldn't help but wonder how they would react if they knew he was leaving.

In the end, he coldly said, "It's just a watch. If it's broken, we can just buy a new one."

All three of them knew that a watch could be bought. But this one was unique and irreplaceable. Once it was broken, it could never be restored.

But at this point, there was nothing more to be done.

Olive sniffled and said, "But..."

Before she could continue, Seraphine interrupted gently, "It's fine. If it's broken, we can just replace it. It's a good opportunity. Willy doesn't have one either, so the four of us can get a new set made."

Seraphine spoke so naturally, as if Willy was already one of them.

Olive nodded in agreement.

But Nathan remained silent, his lips pressed tight.

Seeing his silence, both women ignored him, continuing their conversation as if he weren't even there. They began discussing the design and brand of the watch.

Suddenly, Olive furrowed her brows and asked, "What made you want to pack up today? And why are you taking a suitcase?"

Nathan then remembered the suitcase was still outside.

He casually made up a lie, "Things were too messy, so I’m just packing them up in the suitcase for now."

Nathan then felt a bit puzzled. Didn't Willy say they wouldn't be back? Why had they suddenly returned?

As if sensing his thoughts, Olive explained, "We just came back to grab the household registration book. We're taking Willy on a trip in a couple of days. You’ve been so busy lately. You can join us next time."

There wasn't a word of discussion or prior notice.

Nathan wasn’t angry, though. Instead, he let out a self-mocking smile. "Alright. It's fine. I actually need to go out these days too."

Olive furrowed her brows. Nathan had always been a bit reluctant about them spending time with Willy.

Olive found herself a little surprised. Why was Nathan being so generous today? He rarely liked going out, so why did he suddenly plan to leave these days?

Seraphine also felt something was off. The man in front of her seemed a bit different than usual.

Just as she was about to ask where he was going, a loud crash came from downstairs.

"Mr. Scott, what's going on?"

Hearing that it was Willy, both of them rushed downstairs without a second thought.

Willy's face was pale and he looked weak as he collapsed to the ground.

Olive and Seraphine were immediately on edge. "What happened?"

"I just thought you guys had been gone for a while, so I came looking for you. I got a bit of low blood sugar, but it's nothing serious."

Seraphine's usually calm face now showed a hint of concern. She quickly helped Willy to his feet and rushed him to the hospital.

Only when the car lights in the yard flickered on and the vehicle left the apartment building did Nathan finally slump wearily onto the sofa.

He pulled out his phone and dialed the airport manager's number.

"Mr. Bright, regarding my transfer, please hold off on announcing the notice for now."

Typically, when someone leaves early, the airport would issue a notice. But to avoid any complications, Nathan didn’t want anyone to know just yet.

Just as he ended the call, another one came through.

It was one of Nathan's apprentices who had called.

It turned out that the first-edition airplane model he had ordered this year was finally released.

Since his apprentice worked for an international company, the shipment had arrived quickly. The model would be delivered the next day.

After receiving the model, Nathan placed it in the display case. Just as he was about to close the glass door, he heard a voice behind him, filled with admiration.

"Nathan, is this entire wall your collection? It's amazing. I really envy you for having so much. I heard these are impossible to get, even if you have the money. Can I take a look?"

Nathan turned around, surprised to see Willy standing right behind him, not realizing when he had arrived.

Nathan looked at him warily, well aware that Willy's intentions were far from friendly. Though the Sharlow Family had taken him in, everything from his food to his clothing had been earned solely through his own efforts.

The model of the First Flight airplane was something that money alone couldn’t buy. He had gone to great lengths, begging several people to secure the chance to own one.

Now, Willy wanted to "look"? No, he likely wanted to claim it for himself.

Nathan’s expression hardened. “Who let you in? Leave.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he moved to push Willy out.

Clearly taken aback by the abrupt dismissal, Willy’s face twisted in discomfort, as though he had swallowed something bitter.

The more Nathan tried to make him leave, the more determined Willy became to satisfy his curiosity.

Willy bypassed him, heading straight to the display cabinet, where he retrieved a model.

Nathan’s eyes widened in alarm. “Put it down!”

“Nathan, I’m just having a look, ah!”

Before either could react, the model slipped from his hands, crashing to the ground with a loud thud. In the chaos, Nathan pushed Willy, sending him tumbling to the ground.

The model shattered into pieces in an instant.

The sounds of their heated struggle quickly attracted Olive and Seraphine, who rushed downstairs to see what was happening.

Olive and Seraphine rushed up in panic, only to find the room in disarray with Willy lying on the floor.

Olive's face was filled with concern as she carefully checked to see if Willy was unharmed. However, she noticed a small cut on his fingertip from the model.

“You’re bleeding! We need to go to the hospital!”

Willy feigned indifference. “It’s nothing, just a small scratch. It doesn’t hurt.”

“You’re bleeding, how can it not hurt?” Olive exclaimed, her heart tightened as she gently pressed her lips to the wound, trying to soothe it.

The way Olive treated Willy, as if he were a priceless treasure, made Nathan feel disgusted.

On the other hand, Seraphine was furious and turned to him. “You just can’t stand seeing Willy happy, can you? It’s just a model. If he wants it, you should give it to him. Why are you fighting over it?”

She scolded him as though Nathan were a heinous criminal.

“This is mine, why should I give it to him?” Nathan retorted.

“Because you owe him,” Seraphine snapped back. “You’ve been living comfortably for decades, but Willy has been struggling outside. Don’t you feel any guilt?”

Nathan froze for a moment.

It hit him.

He was the fake son who had taken someone else's place, while Willy was the real heir who had been cast aside. But the mistake that had started it all wasn’t his fault. Over the years, he had tried his best to make up for it. So why should he feel guilty?

He didn’t owe anyone anything. Even though the Sharlow Family had raised him, he had brought them profits in return. As for his living expenses, he had earned everything with his own hard work. What was there to feel indebted about?

All the moral pressure they tried to put on him could go to hell.

“It wasn’t me who made him suffer,” Nathan said, his voice calm but firm. “And this model? Do you know how much effort I had to go through to get it? More than anyone else here.”

He had never lost his temper in front of them before.

This was the first time Olive was taken aback.

She certainly knew how much effort Nathan had put into getting that model. He had even begged the head of the distribution company, who had agreed to let him trade it for the flying champion trophy. Nathan had sacrificed sleep and health, participating in the competition at all costs, even suffering injuries along the way.

Thinking of this, Olive's anger subsided a little. "But you still shouldn't have pushed him. Fine, just apologize to Willy and let's leave it at that."

Nathan furrowed his brows in confusion, looking at her in disbelief. Clearly, it was Willy who had done something wrong, yet she was asking him to apologize? What kind of logic was this?

"Why should I?" he asked, his voice laced with frustration.

Seraphine's face turned cold as she responded, "Nathan, you know we have no patience for this. Hurry up and apologize to Willy."

She looked at him and her gaze briefly met Willy’s smug expression.

Nathan knew that he couldn’t win this argument. His clenched fist throbbed with pain and when he opened it, he realized that somehow, fragments of the model had pierced into his skin.

After Seraphine spoke, she quickly helped Olive support Willy downstairs to tend to his wound.

Nathan sighed and opened his hand. Ignoring the pain, he pulled the shards out of his skin. Just as he finished cleaning the wound, the person in charge called.

"Nathan, are you still participating in the final flight competition?"

Nathan paused for a moment before replying, "I won’t be participating in the next flight competition."

There was no point in continuing now, especially since he was about to leave.

Just as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps. Olive and Seraphine were returning downstairs.

"Why aren't you participating in the competition?"

It was well-known that in the past, Nathan never missed a single competition.

Nathan immediately hung up the phone.

He forced himself to stay calm and said, "It's nothing, I'm just tired and don't want to participate."

The two women looked at him, puzzled.

Although their feelings for him were not as strong as before, they had been together for decades. If they knew he was leaving, they might try to stop him.

So, Nathan chose to hide the truth.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about him, the two women didn't think much of it.

"Alright, if you're tired, take a rest. Give Willy a chance as well. His ability is no less than yours."

With that, they turned and left. This time, Nathan said nothing because he knew, saying anything would be pointless.

To take better care of Willy, they brought him home.

The next morning, as soon as Nathan opened the door, he was greeted by the smell of food filling the house.

He was puzzled. The three of them usually ate out. Why was someone cooking today?

When he went downstairs, he saw Olive and Seraphine sitting at the dining table. Willy, wearing an apron, walked out of the kitchen.

"Come on, it's time to eat. Today, I'm cooking," he said with a smile.

"No..." Nathan was about to refuse.

But Willy quickly interrupted, "Nathan, I've always felt there might be some misunderstanding between us. Why don't we have a meal and talk it out?"

Olive also chimed in, "Willy is so generous. If you keep refusing, isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

Seraphine, who was sitting nearby, shot him a cold warning glance.

Nathan realized that today, there was no way out of this meal. Reluctantly, he found a corner to sit down.

The food on the table looked delicious, its aroma filling the air. He added a piece of vegetables to his plate.

As soon as he put it in his mouth, he immediately felt something was off. The sticky, starchy taste filled his mouth.

He stood up abruptly.

He hunched over the trash can, vomiting uncontrollably.

The allergic reaction hit him quickly. Tiny red dots spread rapidly across his skin, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at him from the inside.

"Nathan, are you okay?"

A fake, concerned voice came from behind him. It was Willy, but before he could get closer, Nathan shoved him away.

Willy stumbled backward, crashing into the table and the array of delicious dishes tumbled to the floor with a loud crash.

A low grunt escaped him and immediately, Olive and Seraphine rushed forward, their attention focused on him.

At the same time, Nathan was nearly suffocating. He used all his strength to reach out for the antihistamine on the cabinet.

"Are you out of your mind? Willy did all this with good intentions and this is how you treat him?"

Just as he was about to grab the medicine, Olive shoved him hard.

Before Nathan could recover, he watched as the two of them helped Willy out to the hospital.

"Save me..."

The only response he received was the sound of the door slamming shut.

Nathan felt as though his heart had died. He never expected that his life would be so insignificant in their eyes.