The principal paused for a moment, then didn't bring up the matter again, instead looking up and down at Lucas Quinn.
"You've been recovering at the school for nearly a year now. How are you doing?"
"Pretty good. I've been well-fed and well-cared for, sleeping on time. I feel like I'm becoming useless."
Lucas Quinn sat with his legs crossed, his elbow resting on the armrest of a wooden chair, leaning back casually. He didn't have a trace of obedience; he was like a wild wolf released from its cage, untamed and free.
"Haha, you look alright. But a few days ago, I was drinking with Mr. Way, and he told me someone tampered with your medicine half a year ago. Luckily, you caught it in time, or else the progress in your recovery might have gone to waste."
