He didn't seem surprised to see William.

"You're going to see him." William went straight to the point, "Why?"

Isaac agreed with his usual silence. He avoided the topic: "Don't follow me. Go back to Anne, and spend more time with her soon."

This attitude made William even more dissatisfied: "Don't assign me to do this and that, I'm not your follower." He asked, "What the hell are you going to do?"

“Do what he asked me to do.”

"Are you crazy?" William took a step forward, "Do you know who he is? For a notice of admission, he is willing to be a puppet he plays with?!"

"It has nothing to do with applying for college." Isaac said coldly. William's words touched the hidden pain deep in his heart.

He didn't want to talk much, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

William snatched forward and grabbed his shoulder: "Speak clearly before leaving. You are always like this, alone." Isaac tried to break free and failed. William increased his strength in his hand in annoyed, "What can friends not say - have you ever treated us as friends?"

This stubborn friend always seems to force himself on a lonely road.

The boy's anger was nowhere to pour out, and it was like surging magma in his stomach. The response he asked for did not appear.

Isaac brushed off his hand: "I also want to know if we are friends."

"You have a choice, I don't." The genius boy with black hair stared at another pair of blue eyes seriously. "It's not that I want to walk the lonely road, it's that I only have this way." He paused and said word by word, "I just want to save those who care about me. What does other people's opinions have to do with me?"

"Ha! 'Others'?" William sneered, "So that's how you think of me? The ignorant Master Thomas is not qualified to make friends with a genius like you!"

"I don't have time to play house with you in a childish manner." Isaac shook his head, unwilling to bother him.

William was completely ignited by his understatement: "Yes, you are a busy man, a savior, and I am a child of playing house!" Those hidden inferiority complex surged and felt ashamed, and they bit him like the fangs of poisonous snakes. "I'm sorry for wasting your precious time, I'm asking for trouble!"

He pulled off the Regurus pendant hanging on his chest and threw it at Isaac's feet with all his might. For a moment, he felt something was wrong, thinking of apologizing in his heart, but what he said was: "I'm not worthy of taking away your rare things!"

This action really hurt Isaac. He bowed slowly, bent down and picked up the glittering star fragments stained with mud from the ground, like an old man who was beaten by life and was silent.

William gasped and stared at him. When he said sorry, he couldn't break his tightly pursed lips. He began to regret, but it was too late. Something broke silently between them.

Isaac carefully wiped the Regurus pendant on his clothes and put it back into his arms. He lowered his head and left silently, without questioning or accusing him, just as he had been damaged by Ironhead Jon at school countless times.

The cool breeze passed through the woods and rustled the branches. William watched his hunched back wander through the stream, gradually moving away, and gradually being swallowed up by the dark night that enveloped the fields.

There were obviously countless opportunities to catch up in the middle, but his feet seemed to be fixed.

When William returned to Anne with a dejected look, she thought he had lost something important.

"Where is your pendant?" Annie gestured on her chest. She keenly noticed the disappearance of the small object: "Who did Isaac give you?"

"Lost."

William sat on the low stone steps, buried his head between his palms. He grabbed his curly blonde hair and muttered in a low voice.

Fortunately, Annie did not ask. Every day afterwards was a torture, and they began to deliberately avoid meeting each other.

The two teenagers were tacitly informed - at least, this would not happen in front of Annie's eyes. The poor girl had already endured enough that there was no need to let her distract herself from her friends' affairs.

Perhaps it is a good choice to escape from this troubled place as soon as possible. William found that he was gradually no longer resisting the plan to leave Grantham, and he even expected that this day would come soon. Escape would always make his heart feel better. But then he thought of leaving Anne in desperate situation, and he began to secretly hate himself again.

The pharmacist's condition miraculously stabilized for a while, which was really overjoyed. A familiar smile appeared on Annie's face again. She was still busy, but she was obviously much more energetic than before. Because Isaac always went out early and came back late, she now even took over some basic pharmacy configuration work. The work was done beautifully.

"Have you not met for a while?" No matter how dull Annie was, she noticed something strange between the two. "Every time he just left, you came over. Not long after you left, he came back." She stopped her work and looked at the blonde boy seriously, "What's wrong?"

"Your father's condition has stabilized. In a few days, I have to go back to the country villa with my family." William said to him, "Anyway, it's been a long time since I haven't been here. Be careful. Take good care of your family."

"You guys have a fight?" Annie refused to let him get around the topic. "Isaac is not the one who takes the initiative to provoke trouble. Have you provoked him?"

"It's nothing." He had to make excuses, "He was a little unhappy if I lost the pendant."

"What's the matter," Anne looked at him suspiciously, "Just find an opportunity to do it again. Isaac cares about this?"

William grumbled, "I'm embarrassed to see him."

Annie believed this. She rolled her eyes: "Spit her mother-in-law and mother."

The sun was about to end, and flocks of crows flew across the low altitude and returned to the forest to return to their nests. Due to the epidemic isolation, there were few people on the road, making the town even more deserted and dilapidated. William suddenly fell into melancholy. He looked at the extended shadows under his feet and found that he was unconsciously expecting Isaac to appear suddenly on the corner of the street and say hello to himself as usual.

It was like echoing his desire in his heart. A person appeared far away from the corner of the street and walked slowly towards him.

But that was the person he least wanted to see. The silver-haired smiling demon - Alphonse von Ansenhardt.

He no longer dressed in extravagant aristocratic dress, but instead wore simple and elegant bachelor's clothes. At first glance, he looked really an elegant and exquisite erudite professor.

William stood stiffly, holding his neck and waiting for him to approach. He didn't know I knew. William emphasized to himself in his heart that the valley lily pollen on the tip of his shoes was a secret that he could not know.

He had shared the secret with two other two.

Isaac...?

William quickly cut off this terrible and ugly idea.

"Master Thomas," Alphons nodded gently and gracefully, "Miss Anne is all right?" He continued to whisper without waiting for William to answer, "I hope that Lingzun is all right, and I hope he can recover from such a blow as soon as possible."

William looked at him blankly.

Alphons frowned, as if considering the appropriate words.

“Mr. Thomas’s spice trade invested in Oriental has suffered a setback and may start the bankruptcy liquidation process recently.”
Chapter completed!