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.

By the next day, when Nathan woke up, he didn’t see either of them around. However, the mess in the living room had been cleaned up.

On the table, there was a piece of his favorite green cake.

Nathan glanced at it, his face emotionless and casually tossed it into the trash.

Olive and Seraphine hadn’t been around all day. They were probably at Willy’s place.

But he didn’t care.

After tidying up the last of the things in his room, he rummaged through a few gifts the two of them had given him before, all from high-end luxury brands.

Now that he was penniless, Nathan figured he might as well make use of these items. So, he listed everything on a second-hand website.

Due to their low price and high quality, the items sold quickly.

Just as he was about to package them for shipping, Olive stormed in, fuming with anger.

"Who is she?" Olive held up her phone, showing a chat history between him and a female customer.

Nathan’s heart tightened suddenly.

He had forgotten that their social media accounts were linked together. Any conversation he had with others could be seen by them.

At that moment, both Olive and Seraphine were furious. They had seen that his personal profile was filled with items for sale at low prices.

All of them were gifts they had given him in the past.

The chat history further made them uneasy. "He said he was leaving and that these things were useless, so he sold them to me at a low price."

The woman’s words sent a chill down their spines.

Nathan was leaving? Where was he going?

Olive couldn’t help but feel a pang of anxiety. Lately, she had been sensing that Nathan was drifting further and further away from them, becoming more distant.

At first, she had assumed it was just a case of overthinking, that the long time spent together had caused some insecurity.

She hadn’t taken it too seriously.

But the woman’s words now made both her and Seraphine feel uneasy.

"Yes, I’m the one selling these things," Nathan spoke after a moment of thought and then generously admitted it.

Since it had already been discovered, there was no point in hiding it.

Seraphine said in disbelief, "Why?"

These were items that Nathan usually took great care of, even keeping some of them in a special safe. How could he just decide to sell them?

"Is it because of what happened with Willy last time?"

Olive suddenly thought of something. She hastily moved forward, already sure of the answer and grabbed Nathan's sleeve.

"It was our mistake last time. Willy already said he didn’t do it on purpose. Is this how much you’re holding onto it?"

Of course, he was holding onto it.

Just thinking about their cold, indifferent stares and that suffocating feeling from that time made Nathan's scalp tingle and his stomach churned as if he were going to vomit.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "No. I don’t care about what happened last time."

After all, his heart had already died. All emotions toward the two of them had vanished completely.

Of course, he didn’t say these things out loud. Knowing them as well as he did, if they had heard that, they would have flown into a rage. So, he chose to lie.

"It's just that I don’t like these gifts anymore. They're just taking up space. It’s better to sell them and make room at home."

Olive and Seraphine were unconvinced by his explanation.

Olive frowned and said, "Even if you don’t like them anymore, you could just leave them here. Each of these gifts was carefully chosen by Seraphine and me, based on your tastes. How could you suddenly not like them?"

Seraphine added, "Exactly. If you don’t like them, just leave them. We have plenty of space at home. But if you sell them, doesn’t that mean all our effort and intentions are wasted?"