Chapter 15: Plotting against the youth!
Tyson had just finished the call with Nancy when a faint murmur of voices caught his attention As he peered through corner of hall he saw Alex and Seraphina standing near the window.
Alex stood with his back slightly arched, one hand touching his elbow, while face winched in pain.
Seraphina, brows furrowed with concern and worry.
Instinctively, Tyson stepped back, hiding in the corner, Something tugged at him, compelling him to stay.
Seraphina broke the silence. "Alex, what happened? You've been pushing yourself too hard again, haven't you?"
Alex remained silent, his posture stiff, as if he were avoiding the question.
"It's from the race, isn't it?" she asked gently, "Why did you have to go that far... just to beat your brother?"
Tyson's breath caught in his throat. The race. He remembered it vividly—the one where Alex had beaten him by mere seconds. The one where Tyson had pushed himself beyond his limits, only to falter in the final stretch. He hadn't known that Alex had been injured.
Alex's voice was nonchalant, almost dismissive. "I did it for myself," he replied, but his words didn't match his body's tension. "And don't worry about it. It's just a scratch."
"It's not just a scratch, Alex," Seraphina insisted, her hand reaching out to him. He winced, his face flickering with pain. "If I hadn't noticed you swimming away earlier, no one would've known."
Alex shifted uncomfortably, and for a brief moment, Tyson saw something in him. he had never noticed before—vulnerability. Alex, the untouchable brother, wasn't invincible. The realization hit Tyson like a wave.