chapter 18 It turns out he is a returnee from overseas.

Walking out of the hotel entrance, Jackson took a long breath. For the past three years, he had been living in pain and guilt, sustained only by his desire for revenge. After sharing so much with Heidi tonight, Jackson felt the obsession in his heart had somewhat lessened. But this did not mean he had forgotten. The mastermind behind the destruction of the Sword Blade Squad and the backers of the S virus laboratory, known as 'The Origin of Everything', Jackson swore to eradicate them completely. At the Griffith Family's villa. "Heidi is actually from the Land of the Red Dragon's Security Bureau?" Apollo was somewhat surprised after hearing Jackson's story. "That's not important. The key is whether she's on our side or not," Jackson said. Jackson told the Griffiths about his conversation tonight but did not reveal his identity as White Hound, as there was no need. "What do you think?" Apollo asked. "Based on tonight's conversation, even if we don't cross paths in the future, she won't become an enemy. You can be assured of that," Jackson said conservatively. "I'm off to sleep. There's a lot to do tomorrow. You two keep talking." Violet, who was somewhat sleepy, trudged upstairs. "Jackson, don't think Violet doesn't care about you. In fact, she's very concerned. She usually sleeps at nine, but tonight she insisted on waiting until you returned," Apollo whispered. Watching Violet go upstairs, Jackson stroked his chin. Violet probably didn't even realize that the new drug she was developing had already put her on the radar of many. The drug wasn't even successful yet, but once it hit the market, Violet would face endless dangers. Such a naïve girl. Jackson shook his head. "By the way, Jackson," Violet called out from the second-floor corridor, "Amira is being discharged tomorrow morning. You're in charge of picking her up from the hospital." "Aren't you her best friend? Why don't you go?" Jackson rolled his eyes. "I'm swamped with work at the company tomorrow, so I'm counting on you," Violet said before heading into her bedroom without waiting for a response. … The next day. At Jimstantham City First Hospital. Standing at the door of the private ward with his breakfast in hand, Jackson knocked on the door. "Mr. Jackson? Why are you here?" Seeing Jackson at the door, Amira smiled in surprise. "What, you're not happy to see me?" Jackson feigned displeasure. "Of course not, come in." Amira quickly pulled Jackson by the hand into the ward. "Violet couldn't make it because of work, so she sent me to pick you up," Jackson explained. "Such an important task, and Violet entrusted it to you. Seems like you two are quite close," Amira said with a playful smile, revealing her small tiger teeth. "Stop gossiping, eat your breakfast," Jackson handed the breakfast to Amira. In the morning, after a final check-up by the doctor confirmed there were no issues, Amira's discharge procedures were completed. "It's ridiculous, I was only unconscious for a while because of a drug, and they made me stay in the hospital for three days. I'm almost falling behind on my studies," Amira grumbled while packing her things. "Are you in high school?" Jackson joked. "Do I look like a high school student?" Amira rolled her eyes, "I'm already in my second year in university." "What about your family?" Jackson couldn't help but ask. He didn't know much about Amira, but it was evident that her family was extraordinary. And such beautiful girls are often especially pampered. But during her three-day stay in the hospital, it seemed that only Violet had come to visit her. Even the discharge procedures were handled by Jackson. Hearing the question, Amira, who was usually chatty, suddenly fell silent, as if avoiding the question, and began to pack her belongings vigorously. Knock, knock. At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the ward, and then a group of people opened the door. Leading the group was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in branded clothes. He was holding a large bouquet of carnations, his face full of smiles. However, when the young man saw an unfamiliar youth in the ward, alone with Amira, he was momentarily stunned, then seemed to realize something, his expression quickly filled with hostility. Behind him followed seven or eight teenage boys and girls, who, judging by their attire, appeared to be Amira's classmates. "Atlas, how did you all get here?" Amira was surprised to see the young man and her other classmates, as she hadn't told anyone about her hospitalization. "Amira, you've been absent from school for a few days, and everyone's been worried about you, so I made some inquiries and found out you were hospitalized here," Atlas quickly said with concern. "We've heard about what happened." "It's terrible how the environment in Jimstantham City has been polluted by those thugs." "Thankfully, Amira is okay." Her classmates said one after another. "Thank you all for your concern. I was just about to be discharged," Amira replied with a light smile on her lips. "Let me help you with your luggage," Atlas offered warmly. "By the way, Amira, who is this?" At this moment, Atlas's gaze shifted to Jackson, showing a confused look, as if he had only just noticed another person in the room. "I forgot to introduce him to you all. This is Mr. Jackson, he is my lifesaver," Amira said affectionately, linking her arm with Jackson's and pulling him in front of her classmates, with a beaming smile. "Mr. Jackson, these are my classmates," Amira introduced to Jackson. "Hello," Jackson nodded in greeting. The other classmates greeted Jackson amicably. Atlas, however, frowned. He had noticed Jackson as soon as he entered, and was wary of him. Especially after hearing Amira's introduction, he became even more hostile towards Jackson. "Mr. Jackson, your accent doesn't sound local," Atlas said in a rather patronizing manner. "I just returned from abroad not long ago and am still not quite accustomed to the local accent," Jackson explained. "Oh, a returnee from abroad," Atlas said sarcastically. "That reassures me. I was just worried that some people might resort to lowly tricks, like staging a damsel-in-distress scene using thugs." Jackson didn't seem to mind, but Amira's face turned sour. "Atlas, what nonsense are you talking about!" Amira rebuked him. "Heh, no offense. Since Mr. Jackson is a returnee, he obviously wouldn't be the type to use such despicable methods, right?" Atlas said with a mocking smile. Jackson simply glanced at him indifferently, saying nothing. Such people, slightly better off than their peers and thus overly arrogant, were a dime a dozen. Getting angry with such a person would be a waste of time. Seeing that Jackson was not angered, Amira breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that Mr. Jackson might have misunderstood something. In Atlas's eyes, Jackson's silence was seen as backing down. Atlas smirked disdainfully. He had already noticed that Jackson's entire outfit didn't cost more than 30 dollars. Such a poor guy, daring to pursue a girl? Having a 'rival' of such a lower class, Atlas couldn't wait to prove himself. "By the way, Amira, since you're being discharged today, let me arrange lunch. You've been hospitalized for several days, and your nutrition must have suffered. I'll take you somewhere with all kinds of delicacies," Atlas suddenly suggested.