Chapter 48: Dubious
As soon as Zenith walked out of Dr. Albert’s chamber, his way was blocked by Mr. Clark who stood tall, holding a serious look towards him. Meeting his gaze, before Zenith could mutter a word, Mr. Clark urged at first, "Young Master, I have been keenly waiting to discuss something with you. Care to follow me outside?"
Just reading his expression, Zenith already had a clue regarding what Mr. Clark intended to talk to him. Knowing him since he was a kid and well aware of his meticulous nature, Zenith smirked at him, "Of course."
They walked outside the hospital corridor to the nearest greenery yard where there were separate benches arranged around. Zenith hopped on one of such benches and tried to light a cigarette, but realizing that he had forgotten the lighter, he urged, "Mr. Clark, hand me a lighter. I think I forgot mine back in the Academy."
His request made him scowl a bit before Mr. Clark reluctantly handed him a lighter he mumbled, "Young Master, I know you must be aware that smoking isn’t allowed there inside the Academy...so why would you break the rules—"
"I never follow any rule that I didn’t make."
Zenith curtly interrupted his words while sliding a cold gaze at Mr. Clark’s face. He emitted a big puff of smoke while arching his back to sit relaxedly on the bench while addressing in an adamant tone, "I have done further extreme things inside the Academy, such as drugs, and even took part in a few orgies. Then how come you are just nagging me about a little smoke?"
His stubborn answer silenced Mr. Clark briefly as he couldn’t stop blankly gazing at the kind of person Zenith had transformed himself into.
Unknowingly, every time he met with Zenith which also gradually lessened after he was enrolled in the Elite Academy, Mr. Clark would try to find the lost traces of that diligent little boy Zenith who was once radiant and cheerful like a warm ray of sunshine, in this cold-hearted, relentless person he had gradually evolved into.
While he was staring intently into him, a deep thought struck his mind, ’Is this one of your ways of getting back at your father, Young Master? Even if it means ruining your life by becoming this kind of twisted person?’
"Come on, I didn’t come here to hear you whining, Mr. Clark. You can get straight to the point now." His silence seemed to irk Zenith a bit as he grunted, crossing his legs one over another.
Jolting back to his senses from his scowl, and pushing his glass frame above his nose ridge with his fingertips, Mr. Clark muttered in a stiff voice, "Yes, I am aware that you have committed further extreme deeds, Young Master. But care to explain why would you resort to kidnapping and bringing that boy here against his will? As far I know, he is a newbie in the Academy, so what relationship do you have with him?"
"Pfft!" Zenith snorted at his question while emitting another big puff of smoke as he answered averting his gaze back on him, "Since when did I become the type to maintain a relationship with someone, Mr. Clark?"