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.

It wasn’t until the nanny saw his face turn pale that she quickly gave him medicine. Only then did Nathan regain consciousness.

He took out his phone and made a call. "Can the report be submitted a few days earlier? I can’t wait any longer."

He feared that if he waited any longer, he might lose his life.

Just then, Olive returned. "Submit what? Where are you going?"

Nathan forced himself to remain calm and leisurely hung up the phone.

Olive frowned. "Who were you talking to?"

She then took Nathan’s phone and skillfully entered the password. She was taken aback when the phone vibrated, indicating an incorrect password.

Olive was momentarily stunned, unsure of what to do. The three of them shared the same password, which was the date they first met.

But now, Nathan had quietly changed it without saying a word. For some reason, Olive felt something was off.

Just as she was about to speak, Nathan expressionlessly took back his phone and interrupted her, saying, "It’s nothing. Just a report about the physical exam in a couple of days, something for the higher-ups."

At that moment, Seraphine also returned. She overheard their conversation and sneered, "So this was intentional, huh? You knew the physical exam was coming up and if someone fails, they’ll lose their flying privileges. You’re just trying to find ways to torment Willy. Nathan, how can your thoughts be so malicious?"

Upon hearing Seraphine’s words, a trace of confusion flashed in Nathan’s eyes.

When he realized the implication behind her words, a sudden chill swept over him.

She actually thought that he would harm Willy out of jealousy.

He felt both ridiculous and pitiful in that moment. After knowing each other for twenty years, he still couldn't earn a bit of trust.

"Malicious? Do you know what he put in the food? Starch. And I’m allergic to starch."

At his words, both of them were momentarily taken aback. Of course, they knew Nathan was allergic to starch.

There was once an incident where they accidentally bought him a starch-based sausage and he nearly ended up in the ICU.

After that incident, they never bought anything with starch again, always being extra careful. But now, he claimed that Willy had used starch in the food.

Both Olive and Seraphine furrowed their brows at the same time.

"Nathan, there’s a limit to lying. How could Willy possibly...?"

Nathan sneered. He knew they wouldn’t believe him. That’s why he hadn’t let the nanny throw away the food.

Carrying the leftover dishes, he walked up to the two of them. When they were at the table earlier, their attention had been on Willy and they hadn’t paid any attention to what was in the food.

Now, as he brought it closer, they immediately noticed something was off.

There really was starch in the food.

Olive’s face turned ashen. No one understood better than the two of them how serious Nathan’s allergic reactions could be.

But they had overlooked it.

Seraphine, who had been so aggressive just moments ago, now softened, a hint of guilt crossing her face.

"We didn’t know he would... Nathan, are you alright? Do you feel better now? We didn’t mean to cause harm. The situation happened so suddenly and Willy probably didn’t know you were allergic. He just wanted to make a good meal for everyone."

Making a good meal? Which "good person" would put starch in vegetables? If it’s not intentional, then what could it be?

Even now, she was still making excuses for Willy.

Nathan couldn’t be bothered to argue with her anymore. He gave a perfunctory hum, then turned and walked into his room.

No matter what he said, they would always side with Willy.

It was a waste of time to say anything more.

Olive and Seraphine knew they were in the wrong and didn’t dare to knock on his door to disturb him.