My dad glared at me with an unhappy face and snorted. "Isn't it because you were not at home in the early morning that we thought you were missing, so we called the police?"
I deliberately pretended to be speechless and picked up the breakfast in front of my dad, indicating him. "I went out for a running and bought breakfast for you. I'm not missing yet!"
At this time, my mother also came out of the living room with a very unhappy face. When she saw me, she scolded. "Who are you lying to? I comforted you that you were not in the bedroom at midnight. I thought you were going to do something, but you didn't come back until morning. Tell me, what did you do last night?"
I almost blew up at the words. "Last night, Vincent forced me to go out. Now, my mother found out. What should I do? What
