Inside the study, Micah sat in a chair directly opposite his grandfather and grandmother. Neither of them spoke, the silence stretching unbearably long. The ticking sound of the clock echoed in the room.
Finally, Albert Ramsy broke the silence. "Tell me the truth. What were you up to?"
Micah's stomach dropped.
"You," Albert continued. "The boy who runs away at the mention of socialising, who hides behind excuses, how could you suddenly go willingly to a mixer at the Gu family? And then cause trouble like that? Then come back bruised? And the very next day, dine with the Du Pont patriarch? All of this is not something you normally do."
Micah chewed hard on his bottom lip, head bowed, shoulders hunched inward like he could make himself smaller.
