“STOP WHINING, GHANI!” Gevan’s voice echoed throughout the room. His tone was firm and sharp.

The little boy was startled. His eyes widened, and without saying anything, he got up and ran toward his room on the second floor. The sound of his hurried footsteps filled the stairs, followed by a maid who ran lightly behind him.

“Young Master, wait!” the maid called out anxiously, afraid that Ghani would throw another tantrum.

Claudia let out a long sigh. She held her forehead, feeling dizzy from dealing with the never-ending chaos. “I really can’t take this anymore, Gevan,” she said irritably. “If there’s always drama every single day.”

Gevan remained silent....