“Know this, even for me, mistreating you is forbidden.”

Elin understood Erick's harsh outburst might have stemmed from genuine concern for her. Yet, once spoken, words could carve deep impressions, indelibly marking the heart. Memories of the hurt would resurface uninvited, carrying a residual sting of sadness. It was impossible for her to remain untouched by them.

In the following days, Elin deliberately avoided Erick, and it seemed he reciprocated, as their paths hadn't crossed.

One afternoon after school, Landen called Elin to his study.

Entering respectfully, Elin asked softly, "May I ask what you need of me?"

Landen looked up with a kind expression and inquired, "You're turning 18 this year, correct?"

Elin nodded.

Landen then asked, "I've heard you're interested in pursuing design in college?"

"Yes, sir," Elin responded.

“Have you considered Uchaesau? Sterling University College of Creative Design has an excellent reputation."

Elin was surprised by his suggestion. Uchaesau was far from Swynborough, and she had planned to apply to a renowned local design academy, which would allow her to stay close to her mother.

“I've been planning on applying to the design academy here in town,"

Elin said with openness and sincerity.

Landen responded with a chuckle and motioned for her to come closer.

He pulled out a folder from his drawer and handed it to her. "These are the brochures for that school. Take them and have a look. Once you've made your decision, I'll take care of everything, including tuition, living expenses, and your application."

While Elin had no intention of studying so far from home, preferring to stay within the familiar surroundings of Swynborough, she accepted the folder with a respectful nod. She had already arranged her tuition through part-time work and had declined financial help from Annis, but she nonetheless expressed her appreciation. “Thank you, sir."

Landen seemed pleased with her respectful response and then changed the subject. "About that bar incident, Erick was naive and ended up being manipulated. But he was at fault, so I had reprimanded him severely."

Hearing Landen acknowledge the bar incident caught Elin off guard.

She turned to face him, her face turning pale suddenly.

Landen didn't dislike Elin. It was just that he wasn't getting any younger. The future success of the Foster family rested on Erick's shoulders if they wanted to keep shining or soar even higher.