"Therefore, I'm the only patient in the hospital now," Darius explained while doubting that Owen would believe his reasons.

Little did he expect Owen to sigh and exclaim in awe, "So, that's how the life of a rich person is, huh?"

Raising his brows, Darius suddenly was at a loss for words. He couldn't believe this informal, defeated version of his professor was the same guy who behaved arrogantly before. The difference was so drastic that Darius had no clue how to react. Yet, as he pondered a suitable reply, Owen spoke up again.

"I understand everything now. What you need to do is focus on your recovery. I expect to see you when classes start next week. Otherwise, should you continue to remain MIA, I swear I'll take action." Owen hung up after saying this to Darius.

Darius stared at the phone in his hands, his eyes blinking in pure shock before curving into a relieved smile. Although Owen spoke sternly and angrily, Darius could tell there was a hint of concern in Owen's voice. While h