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Byron left the comfort of his gaming corner and took a few steps toward his bed.

It was time to go to school.

Though full of bullies, graduating and getting a job was the only hope his mother's mysterious sickness had left in his life.

After wrapping Elites Academy jacket around his pale chubby body that acted as a magnet for the bullies, he took a few other steps toward his mother's bed.

She had fallen ill and doctors had failed to find any defined sickness, forcing Byron to move her to a cheap apartment as a way to economize the little money they had.

"Mom, I know you still feel a lot of pain. But I assure you, from what I see, your beauty is slowly returning. Perhaps it's a sign that you might get better soon."

What else could he tell his mother to motivate her if not complimenting her beauty?

After all, before she fell sick, her beauty was the second thing she valued after him. He was the first, of course.