Chapter 3

Unless they had all been reborn too?

But why would their attitude towards me be so different from my previous life?

Liam was still whimpering softly, as if he had suffered the greatest injustice.

Eleanor’s hand suddenly moved. She forcefully shoved the bowl of porridge down my throat. “So what if you’re allergic? It’s not like it’ll kill you!”

Hearing Eleanor mention the word ‘death,’ I could no longer suppress my emotions. My eyes red, I roared at her, “Eleanor! I’m really dying!”

The moment the words left my mouth, the muscles in my throat convulsed and swelled. A suffocating sensation washed over me.

Even as I desperately gasped for air, I still couldn’t breathe.

Seeing me in such distress, Vivian and Chloe instinctively let go of my arms.

Eleanor frowned, her hand by her side clenching into a fist, knuckles white from the pressure.

I struggled to force out a few words, my survival instinct making me grab Eleanor’s wrist.

“Call… call the doctor. Quick.”

At the same time, all three of them reached to press the call button by the bed.

In that moment, I actually saw a strong flicker of… concern in their eyes?

Liam pulled on Vivian’s sleeve, whimpering, “Is Master still mad at me, so he’s pretending to be allergic? Does he want to kick me out, that’s why he’s doing this?”

They instantly believed Liam, and that flicker of concern felt like a mere hallucination.

Eleanor looked at me with disgust. “Julian! You truly are as cunning as ever!”

My lungs felt swollen with anger, making it almost impossible to speak.

My face, my neck, even every patch of skin on my body broke out in red rashes.

Eleanor seemed to realize I wasn't faking it. Just as she was about to check on me again, the hospital room door was kicked open.

Several doctors rushed in, their voices anxious. “Miss Anya sent us. How’s the patient?”

Eleanor’s demeanor grew even colder at those words.

I was rushed to emergency.

When I came out, the doctor spoke to Eleanor. “The patient is experiencing an allergic reaction, and… and his body’s various functions are deteriorating, but we can’t find the specific cause.”

“Our recommendation is to seek treatment abroad. There might still be a glimmer of hope.”

But the three of them seemed indifferent. After the doctor left, Eleanor scoffed at me, “Julian, you already arranged for someone to conspire with the doctors, didn’t you? Next, are you going to use death to beg us to marry you?”

I instinctively wanted to deny it.

But suddenly, Liam knelt before me, banging his head on the floor repeatedly. “Master, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were allergic to yams!”

In no time, Liam’s forehead was already bruised and bleeding.

I looked at Liam coldly. “You didn’t know? All my preferences are posted on the fridge! You’re a Hayes family employee, how could you not know?!”

“A severe allergy can kill someone, do you even know that?!”

Eleanor tenderly helped Liam off the floor, a vein pulsed angrily on her forehead. “Enough! Julian, you’ve had more than enough since birth. Do you really need to constantly remind us of the difference between you and Liam?!”

As if I’d heard something hilarious, a few low laughs escaped my throat. “Eleanor! He’s *my* family’s employee. Since when do *I* need *your* permission to discipline my own staff?!”

Vivian and Chloe trembled with rage. “You’re *you*, and your father’s *him*! Liam just didn’t know your preferences. Can’t you be a little more lenient with him?!”

“It seems we’ve clearly spoiled you rotten!”

Liam, who was on the floor, scrambled up and cried out, “Master! I’ll just pay you back with my life!”

He shouted as he lunged towards the fruit knife on my bedside table, gripping the handle tightly and pressing it against his arm.

Eleanor’s face changed first. All three women’s gazes were fixed on Liam.

Eleanor was quick, snatching the knife from Liam’s hand.

I couldn’t help but sneer. “If you really wanted to pay me back with my life, you should be aiming for your neck!”

A heavy slap landed across my face, the force so great that half my face went numb.

After a jolt of sharp pain, blood slowly seeped from the corner of my mouth, and my ears rang incessantly.

Eleanor glared, her voice cold. “Shut up! Are you trying to drive Liam to suicide?!”

Even Chloe, usually the most mild-tempered, had her chest heaving violently. “Julian! Eleanor has already agreed to the engagement with you, why do you keep targeting Liam?!”

The system in my mind blared a warning.

A metallic taste filled my throat, and a mouthful of blood forcefully erupted from my mouth.

In the last moment before losing consciousness, I heard three panicked voices.

“Julian!”