Chapter 3

Noah's bedroom-study was on the second floor.

Despite being only 7 years old, he had an exceptionally strong ability to learn, grasping everything after just one lesson.

And Aunt Lucy, who lived next door to him, would always bring fruit.

I secretly rejoiced at how lucky I was.

Not only did I teach a smart student, but I also got to enjoy all kinds of fruit.

Noah often curled up in Aunt Lucy's arms, seeming even closer to her than to his mother.

Aunt Lucy would always comfort him, "Just hang in there a little longer, it's almost time."

I thought her concern was unnecessary, as Noah didn't seem to resist learning at all.