Stinson POV.

When it was dinner time, I packed up my work papers.

Then I came out of the study, and ran into the maid, Vania.

"Mr. Stinson, Young Master didn’t come out of his room. I knocked on the door, but there was no response. I think you’d better go upstairs to take a look. Young Master is a good kid. I’m sure he will listen to you."

A good kid? How ironic is that? The "good kid" just said that he didn’t like me. I didn’t know what that woman had said to him, and I just felt very depressed.

"Yes, thank you." I let out a sigh....