It's been a week since that incident and up to this day, we haven't exchanged a word yet. I only saw him once in a while at the mansion because in the morning I left early to go to school, and went straight to the coffee shop in the afternoon and if I went home it would be late at night.
We met once in the living room, when I once came home from the coffee shop and I saw him holding some documents when he saw me and ignored me at the same time. I just walked passed him and went straight to my room. I once met him at the dining table one morning, but not a word did he say. He was just busy holding his newspaper and enjoying his cup of coffee. Beside that, nothing else.
I couldn't help but wonder if he was mad at me or I just didn't know my place in this house, he was one of the most
