That morning at the Daxon Mansion. The car carrying Ghani had just entered the vast courtyard of the house. Several servants had been ready since dawn, and smiles appeared on their faces when they saw the little boy step out of the car.

“Young Master Ghani has returned,” one of the servants murmured softly.

As soon as the car door opened fully, an elderly woman with silver hair hurried forward. Madam Meydina, Ghani’s grandmother, could not hide her happiness.

“Ghani,” she called enthusiastically.

“Grandma!” Ghani immediately ran over and hugged Madam Meydina tightly.

Madam Meydina chuckled and returned the hug. “Goodness, my grandson is finally home. You look thinner.”

Ghani...