“Thanks for the warning last time.” Casper spoke with genuine gratitude. If I hadn’t reminded him to get a checkup, his heart condition would’ve worsened silently, and he couldn’t afford to collapse—not with his little brother to take care of.

“Don’t mention it.”

“I insist. I’m Casper, a web novelist and screenwriter. I’ve written a few TV and film scripts. If you’d like, I can write one tailored just for you.”

He meant every word. He would’ve offered a generous gift or cash, but he had nothing left except his writing. All he could give in return was his modest talent.

My eyebrows lifted. Everything that had happened moments ago...