Olivia did her best to treat Sean while she secretly looked for sources of the poison.

When she woke up early in the morning, she noticed that Troy was still working.

His fingers, with well-defined joints, were holding a pencil, which he used to sketch and scribble on the paper.

From time to time, he would grab pieces of cloth to practice patterns on.

"Mr. Troy, were you up for the whole night?"

It was only then that Troy woke up from his stupor. He turned to look outside.

The sun was beginning to rise just then.

He had a shocked look on his face. "I can't believe it's already sunrise."

When Troy started working, he just wouldn't stop.

Olivia could see her teacher's shadow in him. Her teacher was devoted to medical research, whereas Troy was devoted to design.

Olivia had suspected Troy before.

After all, he was the only sibling who managed to escape misfortune. However, Troy was too pure, and he was passionate about design.

Olivia didn't think that he would have the