Everyone in the car was frowning.
It wasnât because she was leaning against Miles Sherman, but because her exhaustion was completely apparent.
Seeming to sense everyoneâs eyes on her, Zoe Pierce opened hers. She met their tense, somber faces one by one and gave a helpless laugh. "Why are you all making that face again?"
It was a bit like the expressions they had when she woke up on the warship.
Aaron Xavierâs brow was furrowed. "Next time, no matter what anyone says, youâre not going."
This was just the first time, and look what it did to her.
Zoe Pierce raised her water bottle, took a sip to wet her throat, and replied, "Alright, next time Iâll hide behind you, and you can block them for me."
Though everyone knew she was joking, Aaron Xavier just said, "Okay."
"Youâre just too nice, you know? It makes you an easy target." It was always people like her who got pushed around. Aaron understood that perfectly; heâd been bullied himself before he learned better.
It wasnât until he made himself someone not to be messed with that people stopped daring to bully him.
She was so easy to tease that even they sometimes couldnât resist.
Zoe Pierce laughed, leaning to one side. The unpleasantness of the entire day was smoothed away by their simple exchange.
"Youâll be living at the academy, and weâll be right around you. Donât worry."
This time, their dorms werenât assigned far apart like before. At the groupâs strong insistence, Director Quinn finally gave them an entire empty dormitory building to themselves.
Zoe Pierce was in Room 03, while the others took rooms 01 through 05.
That way, if anything happened, they could react immediately.
As they were speaking, Aaron Xavierâs Intelligent Brain suddenly rang.
Zoe watched as Aaron glanced at the incoming call and rejected it without hesitation.
But the caller was persistent and kept calling back. Seeing this, Aaron simply muted his device.
His movements were so fluid that they inadvertently drew everyoneâs attention.
"The old man is trying to contact me. I donât want to deal with him."
Thinking back, Aaron realized he couldnât even remember the last time heâd gone home.
"Thereâs nothing to talk about. He just wants to play the âcaring father, devoted sonâ act." It was laughable, really. âAt his age, whatâs the point of pretending?â "Iâm grown now; Iâm not falling for that act."
In front of Zoe and the others, Aaron never hid the discord with his father.
If Gordon Xavier wanted to be a good father, he was free to be one.
But there was no point if he wanted to have his cake and eat it too.
Miles was more rational. "Are you going to ignore your uncleâs side of the family?"
At the mention of this, even Aaron leaned back against the car seat in frustration, knitting his brow. "How can they not stand on their own two feet? Theyâre grown men, yet theyâre still being manipulated by my dad."
"By sticking to you, they can get benefits from both sides. Of course they canât stand on their own," Nathan Lockwood said cynically.
If Aaron just gave in to his father, his uncle stood to gain much more than he would by just siding with Aaron.
Aaron pressed his lips together, silent for a long moment before saying, "The only time in his life he ever stood his ground was because of my mom."
It wasnât that he didnât know his uncle was using him to gain advantages.
"People change. Itâs your call." Nathan respected Aaronâs choice. No one in their group was a fool.
The good they shared in the past was real, but so was the bad blood now.
It all depended on whether a person could draw a blade and cut ties.
When the topic came up, Aaron deflated like a defeated rooster. "I know. Just let me think about it some more."
As if on cue, just as they entered the Federal Military Academy campus, Miles Shermanâs Intelligent Brain started ringing too.
Aaron immediately sat up straight, his eyes fixed on the screen of Milesâs Intelligent Brain.
The call was from Milesâs mother.
Aaron immediately tilted his head, gesturing for him to quickly answer the call.
Miles shot him a look and tapped to accept the call.
"Brother, brother, brother!" The moment the call connected, two overlapping childrenâs voices shouted incessantly. "When are you coming home, brother?"
"Can you bring Zoe back with you?"
Before Miles could say a word, the two children were already chiming in one after another.
Hearing her name, Zoe Pierce couldnât help but look over.
Miles glanced at the time. "Itâs too late today. Tomorrow is the weekend, so Iâll be back then. Why arenât you in bed yet?"
Ten oâclock was clearly past their usual bedtime.
"We want Zoe! You promised, brother!" Knowing she couldnât answer the question about being up late, Hope Sherman changed the subject. "You said I could take a picture with her."
"You broke your promise, brother." She played the victim, getting her accusation in first.
Her tone was a little hurt.
Miles had indeed promised Hope, but after the friendly tournament ended, Zoe Pierceâs pheromones had become uncontrollable.
Under those circumstances, they naturally couldnât meet.
Then the vacation came up, so he figured he would bring it up with Zoe after they got back.
But now, a new situation had arisen.
For the foreseeable future, Zoe definitely wouldnât be able to go out.
His eyes met Zoeâs. He suddenly muted his mic and asked, "Zoe, could you say a few words to Hope?"
Hopeâs current Omega idol was Zoe Pierce.
Zoe was also the idol for most of the Omegas in the little girlâs class.
Miles had a helpless look on his face. It was rare for Zoe to see him like this, and she couldnât help but smile. She leaned over and, while the pouting was still audible from the other end, suddenly spoke into the device, "Hello, is this Hope?"
The whining girlâs voice was instantly cut short, as if her throat had been seized.
A few seconds passed before she spoke again, her voice now small and soft. "Is that... Zoe?"
The contrast was quite stark.
Zoeâs lips curled up. "Yes, it is. I heard you wanted to see me, Hope, but Iâm afraid I wonât be able to for a little while. I just wanted to tell you Iâm sorry."
Hope immediately shook her head as if it were a pellet drum, regardless of whether Zoe could see her. "You go do what you need to do, Zoe! I can wait for you."
Another boyâs voice chimed in from the side. "Hope, why are you suddenly being so well-behaved?"
The voice by the receiver immediately dropped to a furious whisper. "Youâre not allowed to talk! Donât interrupt me and Zoe."
But the sound was amplified by the microphone, and not only could Zoe hear it, but so could Chase Shaw, Nathan Lockwood, and the others.
"Brother, I want to see Nathan and Chase!!!" Ewan Sherman stated his own demand bluntly.
The two children seemed to have completely forgotten the original reason for their call, derailing the conversation in an instant.
"See Nathan and Chase!"
"See Zoe!"
The two of them went back and forth, their voices gradually getting louder.
Then Aaron Xavier suddenly cut in, "How come no oneâs asking to see me?"
The arguing on the other end stopped instantly.
"Because we see you all the time, Aaron. And youâre always teasing us..." Hope said, sounding a little guilty.
Aaron let out a cold laugh. "You two ungrateful little brats. One of you asks me to bully your sister, the other asks me to bully your brother. Iâm the bad guy either way."
Hope giggled sweetly, having thought of a perfect solution. "Then you should come too, Aaron! Everyone can come over and play at our house."
"Can we? Mom?" Her voice suddenly became distant as she sought someone elseâs opinion.