After knocking on the door, Micah stepped into the presidential office ahead of Willow, his older sister.
"Hi, Dad!" he greeted cheerfully.
But instead of the usual warm welcome from Jacob, something soft and fast came flying straight at his face.
Micah barely ducked in time, the cushion whizzing past his ear and bouncing off the door behind him with a thud. He blinked, stunned, and stared at the guilty culprit, his father, who looked uncharacteristically awkward. "Dad! Why are…"
His words got stuck. Standing beside Jacob was Elina, expression dark. "You brat!" she snapped.
"Mum? What are you doing here?" Micah exclaimed, turning his head toward the corner, spotting Albert Ramsy calmly sipping tea. "Grandpa!"
Albert Ramsy didn't even glance up. He inhaled the fragrant steam from his cup and murmured, "Good tea," as if the family drama unfolding a few feet away were nothing more than background noise.
