Sofia stood victorious, her heart finally at peace after enacting the revenge she had longed for. The turmoil that had driven her was now silenced, allowing her to drift into a deep, contented sleep. Meanwhile, Christ returned to the royal mansion, his steps heavy with the weight of the mission that still lay ahead.

He moved with purpose to a secluded part of the mansion, where a narrow, secret path led to a hidden gate. With a key in hand, he unlocked the gate, revealing a scene that was worlds apart from the regal splendor of the mansion: a vast, high-tech laboratory, buzzing with activity. Scientists and technicians paused in their work to respectfully greet Christ, acknowledging his authority in this secretive place.

Christ walked through the state-of-the-art facility, his mind focused on a single, urgent task. He arrived at the most secure section of the lab, where his brother, Camine Roy, was undergoing a critical procedure. The rare herb Christ had painstakingly retrieved from the mountains was being used in Camine's operation—a last hope for saving his life.

Outside the operation room, Christ stood seemingly calm, but beneath his composed exterior, his hands trembled with barely contained anxiety. His eyes, usually so steady, betrayed the fear and panic swirling within him. The fate of his brother hung in the balance, and for all his power and control, Christ could do nothing but wait, hoping against hope that the operation would be successful.

After enduring five agonizing hours, as the first light of dawn filtered through the windows, the operation finally came to an end. The tension that had gripped the laboratory seemed to dissipate as the doors to the operation room slowly swung open. A group of doctors emerged, their faces breaking into relieved smiles as they approached Christ.

"Mr. Roy, your brother is out of the coma," one of the doctors announced, their tone reassuring. "He will regain consciousness within an hour."

Hearing these words, Christ felt the heavy weight on his chest lift. The fear and anxiety that had held him captive throughout the night began to ebb away, allowing him to finally breathe easy. His brother Camine was going to be alright.

Christ quickly informed the rest of the Roy family, who had been anxiously awaiting news of Camine's condition. Although they had been deeply concerned for him, the family had agreed to keep the operation under wraps, knowing that secrecy was crucial to ensure Camine's safety during this delicate procedure. They had strategically diverted attention away from the mansion and the laboratory, leaving Christ solely responsible for overseeing the operation.

Now, with the crisis averted and Camine on the road to recovery, the family's collective tension began to ease. Christ, who had borne the brunt of the responsibility, could finally allow himself to relax, knowing that his brother was safe and on the mend.

Sofia woke up with a quiet resolve, her emotions as still as a calm lake. She prepared herself for the day with her usual meticulousness, her mind already distant, anticipating the reactions she would face at school. Her arrival was met with the usual spectacle—eyes followed her every move, some filled with admiration and awe for her recent success in the music video (MV), while others burned with jealousy and disdain.

Sofia, however, was unfazed by the attention. She had long mastered the art of detachment, moving through the world as if she were gliding through a mist, untouchable and serene. She didn't return the stares, didn't acknowledge the whispers, and didn't break her stride until she reached her classroom.

As soon as she stepped inside, the air buzzed with energy. Julie, her ever-enthusiastic friend, rushed to her side, eyes sparkling with excitement. "Sofia, you're amazing! You know what? You're all over the internet! Your song in the MV is topping the music charts!" Julie's words were filled with genuine pride, but Sofia merely nodded, offering a faint, polite smile as she calmly accepted the praise. Her cool demeanor remained unshaken as she took her seat next to Julie.

Around her, classmates lingered, clearly wanting to say something, but hesitant to break through the invisible barrier Sofia had constructed around herself. They knew from experience that if they didn't make the first move, she would simply ignore them, her focus on her own world.

Soon, the class teacher entered, signaling the start of the first lecture. Sofia's eyes drifted to the front, her mind already shifting away from the noise of the morning, ready to dive into the day's lessons.

The teacher's lecture was abruptly interrupted as Tang Mia entered the classroom, late and disheveled. Her appearance immediately drew attention—eyes red and swollen from crying, her face pale, giving the impression of someone utterly devastated. She moved with a slow, almost tragic grace, as if carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

To the untrained eye, she appeared the picture of misery, evoking pity from her classmates. Many of her fans in the room exchanged glances filled with anger and resentment, directing their ire towards Sofia. In their minds, if Sofia's music video hadn't outshone Tang Mia's, their beloved idol wouldn't be in this pitiable state. Their glares were sharp, filled with an almost palpable hostility, as if they could strike Sofia down with sheer force of will.

But Sofia, seated calmly at her desk, remained unbothered. She didn't acknowledge the pointed looks, her cold, aloof demeanor as impenetrable as ever. To her, the theatrics of Tang Mia and the opinions of others were beneath notice. She had no time or interest in engaging with their pettiness, her focus entirely elsewhere.

Tang Mia, sensing the lack of reaction from Sofia, felt a twinge of disappointment. Her grand entrance, designed to draw attention and sympathy, had failed to elicit the response she desired from the one person she secretly wanted to rattle. Disguising her frustration, she quickly apologized to the teacher for being late. The teacher, noticing her disheveled state, chose to be lenient, merely nodding for her to take her seat without further comment.

As Tang Mia settled into her place, the room's tension thickened. Her fans continued to seethe, their anger simmering just below the surface, while Sofia remained detached, her icy calm a stark contrast to the turmoil around her. The lecture resumed, but the undercurrents of emotion lingered, creating an invisible rift in the classroom that only seemed to deepen as the day went on.