He slightly squinted his eyes and, when he could no longer see the mother-son pair, instantly hung them down to conceal the loneliness that briefly appeared in them. Returning his focus to the laptop on his lap, he looked at his half-finished homework. He felt somewhat vexed and decided to turn the laptop off.
A middle-aged man in a suit carefully opened the rear door of the extended Lincoln and showed the dessert he had purchased for the boy.
"Young master, your dessert."
The butler carefully unwrapped its packaging and passed the cake to him, along with a fork.
The boy received them indifferently. Staring at the delectable dessert, the scene of the boy's smiling face as he hugged his toy still appeared in his mind. Suddenly, he had no appetite.
"Not eating." He pushed the dessert aside and coldly ordered, "Let's go."
