บททั้งหมดของ MY BILLIONAIRE YOUNG MASTER: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

Myra"Dear, what's wrong? You seem quiet."Mom's voice pulled me from my thoughts.I looked up from my plate and immediately regretted it.How was I supposed to tell her?How was I supposed to tell her that the scholarship she had sacrificed so much for was gone?My eyes wandered across her tired face.Dark circles rested beneath her eyes.Her hair was tied into a messy bun.The shirt she wore had faded long ago, and several patches had been sewn into the fabric over the years.Even her hands told a story.Rough.Tired.Covered with visible veins from years of work.A lump formed in my throat.Mom had done everything she could.She sold fruits and vegetables six days a week.She woke up before sunrise and returned home exhausted.Sometimes she skipped meals.Not because she wasn't hungry.Because she wanted us to eat instead.There were nights when a single pack of noodles became dinner for six people.Mom would laugh and claim she wasn't hungry.Then she would tell us she wanted to

MYRAUncle Hector turned out to be surprisingly easy to talk to. What started as a simple greeting became a conversation that lasted almost the entire ride. Between his stories about working for the Hilton family and my nervous attempts to make a good impression, I barely noticed how much time had passed."We're here, dear."His voice pulled me back to reality.I looked out the window and immediately forgot how to breathe.Hilton Mansion.I had seen pictures of it before. Magazines in the academy library occasionally featured the Hilton family, and their mansion was always included in those glossy articles about wealth and influence.But pictures had done it no justice.The massive gates alone were taller than my apartment building. Beyond them stood a mansion so enormous it looked more like a royal palace than a private residence. Perfectly maintained gardens surrounded the property, while elegant fountains sparkled beneath the morning sunlight.Hilton Academy was only fifteen minute

MYRAThe moment we left Young Master's room, Madame Beatrice stopped walking and turned toward me.I immediately knew what was coming."You are unbelievable."I blinked."Ma'am?""You talked back to the Young Master."The disappointment in her voice should have made me feel guilty.Instead, I noticed something strange.She looked more surprised than angry."I apologize.""You called him a rude billionaire."I cleared my throat."Technically, I only defended myself."Madame Beatrice stared at me.I stared back.For a moment, neither of us spoke.Then she sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose."I have worked in this mansion for over thirty years."That sounded like a warning."In those thirty years, I have seen dozens of personal maids."Definitely a warning."Not one of them talked back to Young Master Terrence."I scratched my cheek."Well...""Not one.""I understand.""Not even once.""Yes, ma'am."She shook her head."You are impossible."I wasn't sure if that was an in

MYRA"This is too much, Myra."Mom looked at our shopping carts with obvious concern. To be fair, I understood why. We had somehow filled two carts with groceries, frozen goods, fruits, vegetables, rice, toiletries, and enough snacks to make my siblings think they had won the lottery.I laughed and tossed another pack of noodles into the cart."It's not too much.""It is.""It isn't.""It is."I grabbed the cart before she could start removing things."Mom."She sighed.I knew that sigh.The same sigh she used whenever she was worried about money.The same sigh she used whenever she thought she was spending too much.The same sigh she had carried for years."Don't worry," I said softly. "Besides, by Monday, I'll already be staying at Hilton Mansion."That immediately silenced her.The smile on her face faded slightly."I know."For a moment, neither of us spoke.The reality of it suddenly settled between us.For six days a week, I wouldn't be home.I would be attending school and livin