"Hello, I am Anastasia, the homeroom teacher of Class 3, Grade 11, at First Affiliated High School." A cold, stiff voice came over the phone, "May I ask if you are the guardian of Marcus Shaw?" By rights, a call with such an unfriendly, debt-collecting tone would be immediately hung up by Nora Scott. Because of the words "Marcus Shaw," Nora forced herself to hold her temper. Marcus Shaw, the son born after Evelyn Easton remarried. His father passed away three years ago, and Evelyn Easton was gone six months ago, now making him an orphan with no parents. There are no relatives on his father’s side, and Antonio Easton asked Nora to take care of him, so until Marcus is of age, Nora is his guardian. However, she and Marcus are almost like strangers, having met only a handful of times... With that in mind, she responded, "Yes." Upon receiving a response, Anastasia cut straight to the point, "Marcus got into a fight with a classmate at school and sent someone to the infirmary. The school hopes a guardian can come over." Fighting and causing trouble, calling the guardian? Indeed, he carries the Easton family genes, completely unaware of what the word ’peaceful’ means. "Please arrive before six." Anastasia ended the call coldly. This teacher... Nora curled a corner of her mouth and put away her phone. As soon as Nora pushed open the door to the hospital room, she saw Antonio Easton sitting in bed, drafting drawings. She dismissed the caregiver first, frowned unhappily, and said in a cool voice, "Didn’t I tell you to rest?" Antonio Easton glanced at her, adjusted his reading glasses without responding. Faced with such a stubborn old man, Nora rarely exerted some patience, "If you need to design something, I can come over and help you draw." "You can’t draw this." Antonio Easton didn’t lift his head, as his fingers trembled slightly, requiring more focus and care with each stroke. Nora asked, "Can’t you teach me?" "I’ve taught you everything I can." Nora was left speechless. Turning to get a chair, she inadvertently paused her gaze on the couch, noticing a pile of fruit, and asked, "Did that kid come by?" The motion halted, with his hand trembling slightly with the pen, Antonio Easton simply put the pen down and slowly raised his head. A nod came from Antonio Easton, "He came yesterday." Nora lifted her brows with a faint smile, "He always brings the same fruit, never changing it, has he signed a contract with a fruit store or something?" Ignoring her haphazard ranting and finger-pointing, Antonio Easton asked, "Have you been in touch with him lately?" Nora replied indifferently, "No." Antonio Easton shot her a side glance with some surprise, "You say that with such conviction." Nora lowered her head, touched the tip of her nose, and picked an orange from the pile of fruit. The fruit sent by Marcus and Luke was partly eaten by her and partly distributed to neighboring wards and doctors and nurses. After a while, Antonio Easton asked, "What grade is he in now?" "Are you really his grandfather?" Nora just finished her sarcasm, and her voice dropped, saying sullenly, "Eleventh grade, at the same high school I went to." "I haven’t been his grandfather for long." Antonio Easton mumbled, then instructed, "He has no parents, and you’re the only sister he has, so take care of him more in the future." Sitting on the chair, Nora peeled the orange, her voice somewhat stiff, "Are you trying to distance yourself from him? I’m not familiar with him, you take care of him yourself." Antonio Easton glared at her. Nora kept her head down, peeling the orange peel on her own. After a while, Antonio Easton called her name more emphatically, but his voice was filled with helplessness. The entire orange peel came off, and Nora looked at the peeled segments for a few seconds, then slightly lifted her head, her gaze fixed on him, calmly asking, "Do you want some?" Antonio Easton turned his head, exhaling gently, maintaining a steady tone, "No." Nora broke off a segment of the orange and put it in her mouth. She ate piece by piece, never lifting her head. Antonio Easton watched her quietly, his expression somewhat heavy. After finishing the last segment, Nora remained silent for a while, then stood up, looked at Antonio Easton, and said, "I’m leaving." Antonio Easton called her. Nora paused slightly, turned back to look at him. Taking a deep breath, Antonio Easton spoke slowly, his voice low, sounding old and powerless, "Can’t you improve your temperament a bit?" "No." Her voice was stiff and cold, Nora pursed her lips slightly, saying blandly, "It will never improve in this lifetime." Antonio Easton frowned, looking somewhat stern, "Who could possibly indulge you for a lifetime?" Nora lowered her gaze, not speaking, her eyelashes trembling slightly. The hospital room became silent, you could hear a pin drop. After a long while, Antonio Easton suppressed his emotions and didn’t continue the previous topic, only gently advising, "Take the oranges with you." Nora’s expression turned icy, "I’m not taking them." Staring at her, Antonio Easton repeated, "I told you to take them!" After a moment’s pause, Nora’s fist clenched and then released; ultimately, she turned her body, bent down, and picked up the bag of oranges. Facing the direction of the door, she stopped, her voice low, "I’m leaving." "Be safe on the road." Antonio Easton advised, the same usual tone. With those words, Nora lifted her leg and walked toward the door of the hospital room. The moment the door was gently closed, Antonio Easton finally had reddened eyes and let out a heavy sigh. First Affiliated High School. Eight years had passed since she last came, and the school buildings had already been renovated, with the premises expanded quite a bit. Nora asked for directions twice to finally find her way to the office door. The door was open, and just as she curled her fingers to knock, she heard voices coming from inside— "Anastasia, isn’t Oliver Scott from your class a high-achieving, well-behaved student? How could he get into a fight?" "Well, you’d have to ask Marcus Shaw from their class. When has there been a fight or trouble without him? Last time, he almost got into a fight with a teacher. If he wanted to, even gods could end up in a brawl with him." Anastasia’s voice remained cold and hard, "I heard it was over a comic artist. A Weibo retweet lottery prize that Oliver Scott won. Marcus knocked off his autograph, stepped on it, refused to apologize, and even beat him up. It’s said he also smashed some kind of box." "Oh, I’ve heard about the comic artist thing too. Apparently, the prize was personally delivered by the principal? All day, the whole school was talking about it." Anastasia sneered, "A comic artist makes all this fuss. Makes the school environment murky." "Anastasia, that’s not right. For these students, having such a memory during their school years is a wonderful recollection, isn’t it?" someone protested. "Moreover, this comic artist, with great works and legendary stories, is really popular online. Many people would love to have his prize." "I’ve read his comics; in terms of storytelling and drawing skills, he’s among the top in the domestic comic world." "Heh," Anastasia sneered, her words full of disdain, "Just a comic artist, making goods with no substance. Letting students get addicted to these things isn’t it leading them astray?" Upon hearing this, Nora’s eyes narrowed slightly. With a slight movement of her hand, she knocked three times. The attention in the office was immediately drawn to the door. Several sets of eyes looked over, initially with scrutiny and curiosity, but eventually turned to amazement. A natural beauty, with a transcendent aura that caught everyone’s eye. Nora put down her hand, her gaze sweeping the room. She spoke, unhurried and calm, "I’m here to see Teacher Anastasia."