Serve No One This Life

Angela had only one major class in the afternoon. After finishing her class,
Angela planned to go straight home. Although she now had a place to live, she
didn’t have much money on her. The Kins Family believed that as long as they
provided her with food and she didn't starve, she should be grateful. Angela left
the school gate and waited for the bus while opening her phone. Out of habit, she
wanted to go online and check if there were any part-time jobs on the app. But
when she opened her phone, she felt a bit frustrated. It wasn’t a smartphone, so
she couldn't really find any jobs with apps. She could only make calls and send
text messages.
After a while, a black sedan suddenly stopped in front of her. Subconsciously,
she looked into the car and saw the back window slowly rolling down, revealing a
man's deep and three-dimensional face. His expression was as cold and
indifferent as always, exuding an air of nobility untainted by the mundane world.
Jonathan glanced at Angela and said slowly, “Get in the car.” Angela was
stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant. The man frowned and
said in a low voice, “There's blood on your skirt.” Upon hearing this, Angela
immediately blushed, anxiously looking behind her. Sure enough, there was a
small red mark on the back of her blue skirt. Although it was already September,
the weather was still hot, and this was the only skirt she had. Embarrassed and
angry, Angela covered the red mark on her skirt with one hand, but unfortunately,
Jonathan saw it. She felt so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear on the
spot. “Get in the car!”
Jonathan's cold voice came again. At this moment, the driver's door opened, and
Sebastian, the driver, got out of the car. He smiled kindly and opened the back
door, gesturing for her to get in. After thinking for a moment, Angela didn’t want to
be overly shy and got into the car, feeling embarrassed. But in her current
situation, she didn’t dare to sit on the seat, afraid of dirtying it. Angela lowered
her head and could only squat down, looking like a helpless little creature.
Sebastian closed the car door and sat in the front driver's seat. He turned his
head and asked Angela, “Miss, where do you live?" “In the military district
compound, on Northcity Avenue,” Angela answered cautiously, not knowing
where to put her hands and feet due to the embarrassment. Jonathan looked
coolly at the crouching Angela and asked, “Isn't it uncomfortable to squat like
this?” “It's not uncomfortable. It's fine...” Before she could finish her sentence,
Angela, due to nervousness, hit her head on the car roof, causing her pain and
making her too afraid to make a sound.
The rebuttal came too quickly, and she felt a bit awkward, burying her head even
lower, not daring to breathe loudly. Jonathan pursed his thin lips into a straight
line, glanced at her, took off his suit jacket, and threw it onto the nearby seat.
“Use this as a cushion.” Angela widened her eyes in surprise, her fan-like
eyelashes trembling. This suit obviously had a high price tag. She had to figure
out how to afford her meals now, so how could she dare to use such an
expensive suit as a makeshift cushion? She couldn't afford it. Seemingly aware
of her thoughts, Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “Do you think I need to extort
money from a student like you?” Well... Angela accepted it, thanked him, and
then carefully stood up and sat in that spot. The car sped along the road, and to
avoid awkwardness, Angela kept her gaze fixed on the window. The bright car
window reflected Jonathan's profile: handsome and unparalleled, clean, and
clear, all while still exuding the maturity of a man. How could such an outstanding
person die two years later? It was such a pity. Soon, the car stopped at an
intersection. Angela breathed a sigh of relief, thanked them, and immediately
jumped out of the car. For some reason, Sebastian also opened the car door and
called her back. Sebastian hesitated briefly before finally asking, “Miss, have you
always lived in the military zone?
Are you familiar with an elderly woman named Charlotte?” Upon hearing this
name, Angela raised her gaze with curiosity. “You know my grandmother?” “Is
she your grandmother? Can you tell me where she is now?” Sebastian's voice
carried a hint of excitement. Angela nodded, but her expression turned somewhat
sad. “My grandmother passed away three years ago.” Sebastian seemed to have
a hard time accepting this news, disappointment filling his face. Sebastian
wanted to say something else, but in the end, he chose not to. He smiled kindly
and said, “We arrived too late. Alright, young lady, you may go upstairs.” Angela
nodded, turned around, and walked back, her mind filled with speculation. Was
Sebastian looking for my grandmother because of Jonathan's illness? In my
previous life, did Jonathan die because they couldn't find my grandmother?
Before she took a few steps, a hurried voice came from the car. “Master
Jonathan, what's wrong?” “The medicine, where is it?” Sebastian anxiously
searched through the car's storage compartment. He distinctly remembered
placing spare medicine there, so why couldn't he find it? Angela's footsteps
paused, and she quickly ran back, opened the car door, and got in. She saw
Jonathan with a pained expression, his brows tightly furrowed, his face as pale
as paper, and cold sweat seeping from his forehead. With one hand supporting
his head, the veins on his neck were pulsating. Jonathan fell ill?
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Angela was startled by this scene
and instinctively reached out to feel
his pulse. A few seconds later,
Angela pursed her lips, roughly
5 ) a
understanding Jonathan's condition,
along with the scent of herbal
medicine emanating from his Tid
There was the aroma 6hmagnbli
N (Sn :
beri, Cantal fungi, and diazepam.
And these were all herbs used to
treat insomnia, excessive dreaming,
and mental weakness. Especially
diazepam. Its use indicated that the
situation was already very serious.
Long-term sleep disorders would
make a person irritable and mentally
exhausted. Treating it as a simple
sleep problem would be futile.
Instead, with the passage of time, it
would only worsen. Jonathan opened
his eyes, his black pupils as cold as
ice, with a crimson tint at the corners.
He gasped and turned his head, his
face shrouded in darkness. With
great effort, he managed to utter a
“

few words, “Please keep your

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