Olivia turned around to look at Kalvin, who seemed lost in thought. She approached him and stood beside him in front of the control panel.

"Hey, you," Olivia said, her voice gentle. Kalvin looked at her, his eyes dimmed with confusion.

"How is Bell involved in all this?" Kalvin asked the question that had been burning in his mind for the past half hour.

Olivia considered how to respond. "Well, he was the wise Chancellor by that time, the youngest wise Chancellor of the Security Sector ever," she said, wondering how Kalvin could not have known this.

Kalvin shook his head, struggling to make sense of it. "But if it was a top secret of the Council, the wise Chancellor is not supposed to know it. Besides, Red Jake, the cruellest Chancellor ever, wouldn't have told Bell anything," he argued.

Olivia nodded. "That's true, Red Jake was the Chancellor. But in his last 2 years, he was very sick. As the wise Chancellor, Bell did all the work while Red Jake was bedridden," she explained.

Kalvin's eyes widened. "I never asked Bell about the past, as he doesn't like to speak of it, and we're not taught about the history of Chancellors in training," he said, still unable to believe what he was hearing.

Olivia sighed. "Well, Red Jake won every election he went for. The soldiers were scared to go against him, and it was said that people would have voted for anyone Red Jake supported, even after his death. Besides, Bell was very famous in the security sector at that time. It was clear he would win the next election, so the Council accepted when Red Jake asked to have Bell take his place while he was dying. Even the Council was scared of Red Jake," she elaborated.

Kalvin went quiet, his face pale.

"Didn't you see his face? You accused my mom, telling her you saw her shoot, but she came with Bell," Olivia asked, curious.

"No, I saw a man with brown hair commanding, but I never saw his face," Kalvin whispered.

Olivia let out a breath. "I see destiny's making fun," she murmured, looking into Kalvin's eyes.

"That day when you accused my mom of trying to kill you, you never thought Bell wanted you to be a prisoner for the rest of your life, did you?" Olivia asked, her voice tinged with understanding. Kalvin looked at Olivia with a pained expression.

"He didn't know it was me back then," Kalvin said, trying to justify Bell's actions.

Olivia's voice held a tinge of vengeance. "Funny, isn't it? Your adopted father, your teacher, the man you trust the most, was the one who sentenced you to prison years ago. And in this case, Bell is as guilty as my mom."

Kalvin shook his head angrily. "No, it's different. He never tried to kill me, but Elsa did."

Olivia's eyes lit up with a sudden idea. "Let's ask him!" she said, walking towards the communication system.

"No!" Kalvin said, grabbing her hand to stop her.

Olivia looked at him curiously. "Why? Don't you want him to know you're frustrated? Don't you want to ask why he sentenced two innocent children to prison? He would've sent you to No-way* Prison or some kind of worse prison."

Olivia tried to walk away, but Kalvin gripped her hand even tighter. "He would never send a child to No-way Prison," he whispered, his face growing paler.

"Are you sure?" Olivia asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Kalvin stared into her piercing blue eyes. "Bell probably thinks I don't know he sentenced me to prison. He wants me to think it was Elsa. Let it be so. What's done is done. I'm not angry with him. He's done so much better for me," Kalvin whispered.

Olivia studied him, a frown on her face. "Oh, really? Past is past? You didn't say that about my mom," she snarled, trying to walk away again.

Kalvin stopped her once more. "I don't want Bell to be hurt over useless things. What do you want me to do?"

Olivia's expression turned calculating. "Fine. I'll keep my mouth shut about your genetic disorder or whatever it is. You'll keep quiet about this," Kalvin said, his tone concerned.

"Deal?" she asked, a sarcastic smirk on her face.

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"Deal," Kalvin said, letting out a breath.

Olivia turned around dramatically, but suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her head. She hesitated, grabbing her head as the familiar sensation of a seizure began to wash over her.

Olivia knew what was happening - another seizure and this would be the second one on the same day. Her heart raced as she tried to steel herself, but the pain was almost unbearable.

She stumbled, struggling to maintain her balance as the room began to spin.

Olivia knew she had to find a safe place, not in danger like last time. After all, she said, she couldn't ask Kalvin for help. Nope, her pride couldn't brace it. She barely reached the table, water cup, and jar. She could feel the room spinning as she poured a cup of water spilling some on the table. Her hands shaking she grabbed the cup and took out medicine from her pocket. Struggling, she managed to put it in her mouth, taking a sip of water to swallow it.

"Not now...not here," she muttered to herself after swallowing the pill. Her shaking hand couldn't hold the glass anymore. The glass slipped from her hand, shattering on the floor and spilling water everywhere.

Kalvin turned around surprised by the sound just to see Olivia bending down, picking up broken glass pieces. Facing away from him, she tried her best not to pass out or not to show him any signs of her weakness. As she reached, her right hand tightened on a sharp shard, trying not to pass out.

Kalvin was turning away to look back at the control panel when he randomly noticed Olivia's shaking hand. As he looked paying more attention his eyes widened seeing blood spilling from her hand.

"No! Stop!" Kalvin yelled, quickly putting the ship on autopilot mode. He rushed to the first aid kit urgently.' Is she out of mind? why can't she stay a single hour without giving anyone trouble?'He thought as he rushed to Olivia.

"Are you always this mad?" Kalvin asked, grabbing her right hand by the wrist forcefully. Olivia looked at him, feeling dizzy. She felt him removing the glass from her hand with a firm grip, then she felt a burning sensation as Kalvin applied something to clean the wound, followed by covering it to stop the bleeding. As a soldier, he knew how to handle such an injury.

Olivia looked at him, sweating. "Kalvin," she murmured weakly.

Kalvin looked back at her tired blue eyes. "What's happening? Are you okay?" he asked, helping her lay down on the floor as he realized she was about to faint.

"Call Carl, I'm going to pass out again," she whispered barely.

"I'll, but... is this that genetic disorder? Does he know?" Kalvin asked hurriedly.

"Not as much as you do..." Olivia whispered, barely conscious, before she passed out. Kalvin looked around a bit confused about what to do. He checked her pulse and realized she was fine. Kalvin got up, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. After a moment, he leaned down and let out a sigh. Gently, he grabbed Olivia in his arms, just like he had done with Melvin when she was poisoned. Carefully, he laid her down on the sofa.

He then went to the walkie-talkie on the side of the communication system. He hesitated for a moment, thinking about who he should call first. Although Olivia had asked for Carl, Kalvin decided it was best to call Tara.

He dialled the Med Bay. "Med Bay, come in! This is an emergency! Med Bay, come in!" Kalvin said urgently.

After a moment, he heard a familiar voice reply, "Med Bay, Grace Kimball."

"Oh, crap," Kalvin thought to himself. Grace was the one he wanted to hear from the least now.

"This is the bridge. I need Doctor Flaming here right now!" Kalvin said, his tone urgent.

"She's not here right now. What's the rush? Are you poisoned again, Kalvin?" Grace asked, her tone sarcastic. Kalvin bit his lower lip angrily. Kalvin's patience ran out.

"Your duty is to help your doctor. Now go and tell Tara to come here right now! As the captain of the ship, I order you. Disobey my order, and you'll answer to the Council why you disobeyed the captain," he said sharply.

"Fine! I'll send her," Grace said in an annoying tone, hanging up.

Kalvin let out a frustrated sigh, his eyes fixed on Olivia's unconscious form.

Kalvin was sitting at the table, staring at Olivia as if he was counting her breaths as he waited for Tara to arrive.

Tara finally entered the room a few minutes later,

"What happened? I was having dinner..." her expression shifted from casual to one of alarm as soon as she saw Olivia's unconscious form.

"Oh, gosh what happened?" she said, rushing to Olivia's side.

"She passed out again. It's her genetic disorder, I think," Kalvin said nervously as Tara checked Olivia's vitals.

"She looks fine," Tara said, opening her medical bag.

"Did she say anything about this?" Tara asked, her tone curious.

"Ah, no... well, yes, she did mention it earlier today," Kalvin replied, suddenly remembering Elsa's words.

"It looks harmless," Tara said, her brow furrowed in concern.

"If she's okay, can I get back to the ship's controls? She asked for Carl before passing out," Kalvin said, gesturing towards the control panel.

"Okay, I'll stay here and call Carl," Tara agreed.

Kalvin walked back to the control panel, his mind filled with unanswered questions. A human medical experiment? Is Elsa's grandmother a scientist? However, according to his knowledge, Elsa was an outsider before being selected to the Octagon Verend as an 11-year-old girl. She held the record of being the best doctor and medical scientist in the Octagon Verend. If Elsa was an outsider, how did her grandmother become a scientist? Kalvin had lived outside of the Octagon Berenda for 14 years, and he knew there was nothing out there except hunger, injustice, diseases, and the struggle for life. There was no way for such a scientist to exist outside the Octagon Verenda.

*The No-Way prison was the worst and most notorious penitentiary in the Octagon Verenda. It was infamous for its cruel punishments and hard labour regimes. What made No-Way particularly notorious was the fact that the Security Sector Chancellor had no direct authority over it. The prison was instead controlled directly under the orders of the Council, This arrangement meant that the typical checks and balances that existed in the other prisons of the Octagon Verenda did not apply to No-Way. The people who worked as guards and staff at the No-Way prison were widely considered to be among the most unsavoury and unscrupulous individuals in the Octagon Verenda. They were known to be driven primarily by the prospect of financial gain, rather than any sense of duty or commitment to justice which made the No-way worse.