The clock ticked on, each passing second tightening the knot of worry in Mei Wei's chest. Aman was never late. For the past six months, he had returned home at the same time without fail—always punctual, always reliable. But tonight was different. The house felt too quiet, and Mei Wei couldn't shake the unease creeping up his spine as he sat in the living room, eyes fixed on the door, waiting.
The door finally creaked open, and Mei Wei stood up in a rush—only to freeze. It wasn't Aman.
It was the last person he wanted to see right now.
Mei Wang stepped inside with that ever-calm, mocking expression that Mei Wei had grown to despise. His presence alone made the air feel heavier.
"I want to talk to you," Mei Wang said, walking toward him slowly.
Mei Wei's face turned cold. "I don't want to talk. Leave."
But Mei Wang only smiled, a glint of something darker in his eyes. "Oh? That's a shame. I thought you might be interested… especially since it concerns your precious caretaker."
