He lowered his head, not letting anyone see his expression at the moment, just picking up the wasted food scattered on the ground bit by bit.
As he picked up the food, he spoke in the softest and most tender voice.
"Mr. Li is right. I'm a dirty person to begin with. Doesn't Mr. Li already know that? Since that's the case, why get angry over something like this?"
"You haven't had dinner yet, have you? Since all this food has gone to waste, why don't I cook you a bowl of noodles?"
The man with lowered eyebrows and soft voice was simply the perfect example of someone who groveled and pleased his wealthy benefactor.
Dray's thick and dark pupils narrowed coldly, complex and dangerous emotions flashing through his eyes and then disappearing.
It was as if his sudden display of a humble attitude had pricked him.
Without opening his eyes, he coldly uttered the words "I don't need it" and then went upstairs with a chill in his body.
After Dray left, Sky remained motionless for a long time.
After waiting for a while, he began to move again as if nothing had happened.
His slender fingers picked up the deformed takeout box that had fallen to the ground.
Using both hands, he slowly picked up all the valuable food that had fallen out and placed it back in the box.
After cleaning up the mess on the ground, Sky sat back at the dining table.
He took a pair of chopsticks, opened the box, and picked up the food he had bought, tasting each dish one by one.
The food was very expensive.
He had used up all his meager savings to buy them, gritting his teeth the whole time.
These exquisite delicacies were the kind of food he had only dreamed of eating for the past year.
Even if he had wanted to eat them himself, he couldn't bear to buy them.
But Dray had so carelessly knocked them over and onto the ground.
As Sky ate, he silently swallowed the bitter taste in his throat.
Until he could no longer bear the suffocating sense of injustice in his chest.
His thin shoulders shook violently.
Finally, biting his lip, he cried silently.
It was so hard...
He was really struggling so hard...
But even if it was difficult, he had to keep going.
Because his mother was still in the hospital, and without that one million dollars, he couldn't save his mother...
No matter what, he could only keep going...
After a brief emotional breakdown, Sky quickly pulled himself together.
He didn't have the right to cry and be sad. Crying would only waste time.
After finishing his meal, wiping away his tears, and washing his face with cold water, Sky hugged his laptop and went into his room.
The design he had worked on in the studio yesterday wasn't quite satisfactory, and he had to make revisions based on the client's feedback before going to work tomorrow.
That night, Sky worked until 3 a.m. before finally falling asleep.
...
The next day.
When Sky got up to make breakfast, Dray was no longer in the apartment.
Obviously, this man detested him so much that he didn't even want to have breakfast with him.
It's better not to eat.
It saves him from making his portion.
Sky returned to the studio and received a notification from Anna.
A major overseas client suddenly requested to see the goods. Since it was an urgent matter, Anna took a few skilled workers to go over first, leaving Sky in charge of the studio for the time being.
With no one to disturb him, Sky rolled up his sleeves and drew sketches. He was so busy that he didn't even have time to go for lunch until noon.
Just then, his phone, which was placed aside, rang. An unfamiliar number called in.
"Hello, who is this?"
"It's me."
Dray's cold and deep voice came through the phone.
Sky held his breath.
He didn't expect Dray to call him.
He didn't even know when he got his contact information.
"Mr. Li, you..."
"Come to the nursing home to see my grandfather right now. My car is parked at the entrance of the nursing home. You have thirty minutes."
"But Mr. Li, I'm still at work..."
"At work? I suggest you come up with a better excuse next time."
The man's cold voice was tinged with a hint of sarcasm, still not believing that Sky had really found a job.
"You still have twenty-nine and a half minutes left, don't make me wait too long. Sky, you should know the consequences of being late," Dray said coldly and hung up the phone.
Sky looked at the disconnected phone and could only take a deep breath and hurry to the sanatorium.
As soon as he arrived at the gate of the sanatorium, a black Bentley slowly pulled up in front of him.
The dark car window rolled down.
"Get in the car."
Dray's sharp and stern face appeared in the back seat, commanding coldly.
Sky could only grit his teeth and get in the car.
As soon as he sat down, a set of brand new luxury men's clothing was thrown on his lap.
"Change into this."
Dray's voice was icy, and the sidelong glance he gave him could pierce through him.
This man took a million dollars from him, but dressed himself up terribly.
Looking at the washed-out clothes on Sky, Dray's eyebrows furrowed even tighter.
Sky picked up the men's clothing, but was a little unsure, "Are you asking me to...change now...here?"
"Otherwise? This is not a mall, there is no fitting room, and there is no shopping guide to help you change clothes."
"..." Sky bit his lip.
He didn't mean that.
As if seeing through the worries in the man's heart, Dray's thin lips curled up with a more ironic curve.
"Don't worry, I have no interest in men with such decadent private lives like you...even if you were naked lying in front of me, I would only find it dirty."