Thinking of this, he quickly walked into the castle, but at this time the Butler came up and stopped him.
"Mr. Alvin, madam has instructed you to meet her first upon your return."
"Where is Father? I want to see Father!" He sounded like a bullied child returning home eager to complain.
"Sorry, Mr. Alvin, Lord Earl is still busy."
Only a fool would believe that; Alvin might be foolish, but he's not clueless about what Francis is doing inside.
A father who chooses to see his subordinates rather than his own son?
Having already been frustrated, Alvin felt twisted inside, and being rejected at this moment felt like everything around him, even the portraits on the walls, were mocking him.
Not to mention the Butler's perpetual smile, which seemed particularly sarcastic.
I've been bullied outside, and now I'm being bullied at home; haven't I returned in vain?
I can't beat Hamlet, but I can't even beat you?
"You're just a dog to our family!"
