With a yawn and a lazy expression, Arthur ambled toward the living room.
Genuinely exhausted, he longed to collapse into bed without delay.
Regrettably, he couldn't indulge in laziness given his overarching goal.
"Hey, if it were my previous life," he said helplessly, "I could simply recline lazily without grappling with such complicated problems."
If he had still been in his previous world, the sole heir of the esteemed Welston family and the cherished son of Richard and Carla, he wouldn't have needed to exhaust his mind with intricate tasks like devising plans.
However, if he chose to do nothing, his life would be destined for ruin, and the relentless world, which revered power above all else, would not release its grip on him easily.
"Oh, Charlotte! How merciless you are!" Arthur exclaimed, pressing his temples as he suddenly remembered his deranged ex-fiancée.