After a few days of recovery in the hospital, they were finally discharged. At the hospital entrance, Taylor grinned and threw an arm around Arthur’s shoulder like they were lifelong buddies. “Dude, I’ve got your blood running through my veins now. Doesn’t that make us blood relatives?” Arthur pretended to think it over seriously before nodding solemnly. “Yeah, it does.” The group burst into laughter. Cold Frost suddenly suggested, “Since you two are blood relatives now, why not make it official and become sworn brothers?” Taylor’s eyes lit up. “That’s exactly what I was thinking!” He patted Arthur’s shoulder. “So, how about it? You wanna be my little bro?” Arthur shot him a sideways glance. “Why am I not the big brother?” If we’re talking about mental age, I’m already twenty-six. Taylor, this nineteen-year-old brat, wants me to call him big brother? Arthur wasn’t too keen on that idea. But Taylor had no clue about any of this. He said confidently, “Because I’m older than you! Even if it’s just by a year, older is older!” Arthur: “…” Alright, fine. If we’re going by physical age, then yeah, Taylor was a year older. Cold Frost chuckled. “Arthur, it’s not a bad deal calling him big bro. He literally took a knife for you—that’s a bond for life.” Hearing that, Arthur suddenly let go of his hesitation. That’s true. This dumb kid actually took a knife for me. What’s the point of getting hung up on something so small? Arthur turned to Taylor and, imitating the formal gestures of an old martial arts drama, clasped his fists and said, “Alright, big bro, I’ll be counting on you to have my back from now on.” “Hahaha!” The group roared with laughter, especially Taylor, who was grinning so wide his mouth practically reached his ears, showing off his full set of bright white teeth. That “big bro” had hit him right in the heart. Taylor had always been an only child. He’d dreamed of having a sibling his whole life. From the moment he first met Arthur, he felt an instant connection. And after everything they had been through, he had long since started treating Arthur like his real brother. Even when it came down to life or death, Taylor had jumped in without a second thought. If he hadn’t already seen Arthur as family, he never would’ve taken that knife for him. Seeing Taylor’s beaming smile, Arthur suddenly felt like calling him “big bro” was completely worth it. Hugo watched the scene with a sense of relief but still gave a reminder, “Arthur, you need to be careful of Solivair. He might come looking for you again.” The only reason Solivair hadn’t shown up these past few days was because they were in a special district hospital and Hugo was around. But once they stepped outside, they were back in his sights. “Solivair?” Taylor had been unconscious before Solivair appeared, so he had no idea what had happened. When he woke up, he’d asked Arthur about it, but Arthur had kept it vague, only saying that Mr. Hugo had found them and saved them. Still, Taylor had been in Beijing long enough to know that Solivair was Finley’s father. But wasn’t it Finley who had kidnapped them? Why was Mr. Hugo warning them about Solivair instead? At this point, Arthur didn’t want to keep everything from Taylor. Choosing his words carefully, he said, “Solivair is the one who hurt you. He’s dangerous. If you see him, stay far away. Don’t go near him. And for now, it’s best if you don’t leave campus.” Telling Taylor was necessary so he could be on guard. Arthur’s tone was serious, and Taylor immediately understood the gravity of the situation. His smile vanished, and he nodded just as seriously. “Got it.” The moment Cold Frost heard the name “Solivair,” her fists clenched tightly.Solivair. That name was all too familiar to her and the Lovaris family’s parents. Sage noticed Cold Frost’s reaction. Without a word, he reached out and wrapped his large hand around her clenched fist, offering silent comfort. Feeling Sage’s warmth and seeing the steady reassurance in his eyes, Cold Frost finally loosened her grip. … Back at the dorms, Arthur didn’t go to his own room. Instead, he went straight to Taylor’s. Taylor looked at him in confusion. They had all gone back to their own places, and while his wounds weren’t fully healed, they weren’t serious enough to stop him from taking care of himself. Arthur, on the other hand, had taken more damage than he had, aside from that one stab wound. Once inside Taylor’s room, Arthur didn’t waste time. After thinking for a moment, he said, “We’re blood brothers now, right? That means your parents… are my parents too. That’s not wrong, is it?” As he said the word “parents,” Arthur felt a tremor in his heart.