A week later.
*Knock!*
*Knock!*
"Come in!"
The door was opened slightly as a head poked out. "Father… May I know why you requested my presence again?"
"Come in, Theodore." The middle-aged man had neatly combed brown hair to the right. He was wearing a suit despite being at home.
His lips were twitching, making his perfectly beautiful mustache move along with it. He glared at his son.
Theodore was taken aback. When his father called his full name rather than just Theo, he knew something serious was going on.
He hurriedly entered the room and straightened his back. "Yes!"
"Have you done something to your sister?"
"!!!" Theo was startled. He thought someone had snitched on him.
As if knowing what was in his mind, his father said, "There's no one who snitched on you. However, your reaction is more than enough for an answer."
Theo looked left and right, wondering what he was supposed to say.
"Irine!"
