Harry could see his Master who was just silent and staring out the window of the room. The gaze looked empty even though he could see the situation outside which was full of blood and the rebellion of ungrateful people. Harry sighed again before actually approaching his Master. He knew that this handsome young man couldn't be fine right away after what he did.
"Sir."
One call could not wake the handsome man from his daydream. He was still faithful to his position, silent and staring blankly outside. There is nothing but regret. But he will still show a fine face later, he will come back again with an untouchable cold face and piercing gaze later. Yes.. later after he finished with his solitary silence.
Harry fell silent again. The master needed some time before returning to the mansion. He was about to turn around but remembered his Master's injured arm. He then approached the medicine cabinet, took some of the tools he needed to retrieve the bullet in his Master's arm.
Harry immediately took a position beside his Master after placing some tools on the table. He wet the cotton with anti-septic before starting an impromptu operation on his master. Yes.. a little advantage of Lucas's men is to treat themselves with the knowledge that has been taught before, they can take bullets stuck in their bodies with makeshift tools. Pain is not a problem considering they are black people who are always obliged to take care of each other. So, they can handle the business of treating drugs easily.
Harry tore off Lucas's black coat which was covered in dried blood. His master remained silent without taking his eyes off or at least noticing Harry's noble deed. But Harry didn't care, he continued his duty of treating the great Lord's wounds.
"If Miss knew she would be worried about you, sir."
Lucas just stared lazily at Harry who always remembered the girl he had found. Who was that girl to be so worried about him?
Harry suppressed a smile at his Master's response. If just talking about his miss could make his master wake up from his daydream, why didn't he do that earlier? Good grief...
"Just do your job, Harry. Don't talk about anything important." Lucas said flatly then looked away again.
"Then why do you want to turn to me just because I'm talking unimportant, sir?" Harry asked playfully. He just wanted to see the lazy look that came out of the cold face because of his stupid words.
"That's because I feel pain when you touch my wound, idiot."
Lie. Lucas did lie with his reasonable answer, he was just embarrassed to be caught by Harry if he found it strange that everyone was calling or discussing this beautiful girl. Ah.. he feels stupid now. Why did he have this strange feeling?
"Oh really? Sorry, sir... I didn't mean to." Harry said regretfully then took the bullet slowly. Afraid that his master would be hurt by him and not because of his new miss. Gosh.. why did Harry think his Master had special feelings for his Miss? Even though he knew his master had no feelings anymore after being betrayed by that cheap woman.
Lucas smiled faintly at Harry's regretful expression. He managed to dispel Harry's suspicions about him about the girl. Good isn't it? Looks like he should learn to act in front of people from now on. Yes .. just in case he caught something later.
"Where are the two stupid men?"Lucas asked when he realized Harry was the only one in the room.
"You forgot?"
Lucas frowned in confusion. What had he forgotten about the two men?
"They're keeping an eye on a woman named Flora who is being abused by her men in the basement." Harry continued, who was now busy putting the bandage on Lucas' arm that he had sewn.
Lucas just nodded in response. Then immediately stood up after making sure Harry had covered the wound with the white bandage.
"Your welcome, Dude." Chirps Harry who saw his Master went straight to the dressing room without bothering to say thank you to him. So, he intends to make fun of Lucas? Gosh.. that's right. How could Lucas say that even though it cost nothing after saying it to Harry?
"Thanks."
Harry stared in disbelief at what he heard. Hey.. was it the Master who said that simple but precious word? Honestly, Harry couldn't believe it.
Lucas stared lazily at the man who was now dropping his jaw. God, he wished that a lion would get into that rotten mouth before he closed it himself. He's an exaggeration.
"If you don't get ready soon, I'll leave you here." Threaten Lucas because he is now back neatly in a black jeans suit combined with a matching leather jacket, the man has even put his fake face mask back on.
Harry immediately stood up from his seat, they should be at the mansion at one o'clock in the morning because they will have a business trip to New York tomorrow. And it's eleven o'clock now? Oh come on.. that's right. Can crush their bodies if lack energy for tomorrow.
"Erix and Mike will follow," Lucas said starting to walk out with Harry behind him.
"Did you kill Holmes, Xian?" Lucas asked changing Harry's name again when he saw the many men on guard.
"Yes sir. Your wolf did a good job too."
There is no answer anymore. Lucas and Harry kept going until they were actually out of the base and were waiting for a helicopter and one of his men there.
"Good evening, Master."
Lucas just nodded in response to the greeting of one of his men. He then entered after previously being fitted with safety equipment on his body.
"There's still Torito and Rovier. Tell them we're back first." Harry said to the men below before closing the door and the helicopter was ready to fly.
The underling man nodded and immediately avoided the helicopter flight area. He also had to tell Torito and Rovier about Xian's mandate.
"Master you're not going back to your big house? The big master is still in critical condition because he just had a heart problem." Reported Harry who was now researching the detailed history of his Master's father's illness.
"How many times have I repeated my answer, Harry?" Lucas asked without taking his eyes off the phone.
Harry nodded in understanding. He was silent again with his fingers busy pressing the keyboard and occasionally paying attention to something on the screen of his iPad. He didn't want to disturb his master's composure for now. His Master had just returned from the silence he had created and Harry couldn't possibly bring his Master back into his silence.
"Even if I wanted to go back to that house, that person would have to be gone."
Harry immediately turned to hear his Master's words.
Lucas put the phone back in his pocket.
"Home is a place to return to. What you call a big house is not my real home but a shelter for children who need love like me."