Rex had just come into the mansion, when passing through Rex's backyard he saw teenage girls' clothes and girls' shoes. Rex had stopped as he remembered that there were no teenagers in this house.
He didn't care, and continued walking towards the house. In front of the door, the butler greeted him respectfully while bowing his head.
"Welcome, Young Master." The greeting was friendly while looking down.
Rex grabbed the old man's shoulders. "Don't be so stiff, uncle," Priya whom Rex called uncle smiled. "You're not planning on retiring?" Rex asked as he stepped inside.
"No, young master. As long as your father still needs me." The two of them entered Rex's father's room. Mackenzie was already in a wheelchair, about the same age as the butler.
Rex looked down. "How's dad?" greeting.
"I can't be fine, you see for yourself I'm getting old."
"But Father is getting better." Rex sat in the front seat of Mackenzie.
"How is your business?" The old man drank tea with natural spices for his health. The smell was still the same as when Rex's late mother was around.
"Everything is fine. Nothing interesting to discuss. Excuse me, Father." Rex excused himself to his room accompanied by the butler. For the next few days, Rex would stay at the butler's request because Mackenzie was sick. After all, only Mackenzie remains that Rex has even though he hates his stepmother.
Rex entered his room, nothing had changed in this room since the last time he was left.
"Young Master, when did you introduce someone to me who knows this? Apart from the late madam, I'm also really looking forward to it? How about that official's daughter? Rex refused to have anyone interested in him, if anything it only took a short time before Rex left him.
"He's grumpy, I don't like him."
The butler laughed softly. "Any woman would be angry, if the young master introduced her to another date."
Rex didn't care, still looking around the spacious room. "I just want the openness of the relationship."
The head of the saddle just shook his head slowly, turning to the maid who brought the basket and then took Rex's dirty clothes. "Be careful with the items, Young Master." The maidservant nodded.
"Please rest, if there is any need Young Master can call me."
Everyone left leaving Rex in his room. Rex saw the cell phone that didn't ring at all from the woman, Rex sat on the edge of the bed. Meanwhile, Biyan was doing his homework in the backyard. Sitting among the garden grass, where he can hide among the residents of this house.
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That evening, Biyan had just returned home, when he saw a straight back enter the luxury house through the main door. "Mother, is the master's son here? I saw a man this tall." Biyan showed Rex's height was roughly above his head.
"Yes, this morning the first son came. Big Master is sick. You have to be careful the house is suddenly tense."
"Elis, Elis!" the calls kept coming from Rex's stepmother.
Elis who heard immediately saw Biyan. "Bring this for the big lord, this is the medicine to take. If he asks say you are my daughter and I am helping the big madam."
"Elis!" The call came back loudly. Likewise, Biyan feels bad, his mother is called an errand boy.
"Yeah, I'll come right away." Elis immediately saw the direction of the door where Rex's stepmother was. "Go quickly! That's the room!"
For a moment Biyan nodded and then saw the big door, he stepped closer with a tray in hand. Biyan opened slowly then slowly entered by pushing his elbow first.
Mackenzie was sitting in his wheelchair watching Biyan enter. Biyan bowed slightly. "I'm delivering medicine, sir. Elis is serving the Old Lady."
"Thank You." The voice was deep but deep in the old man's voice. "What are you, Biyan?"
After placing the medicine on the table in front of Mackenzie, Biyan lowered his head slightly. "Yes sir."
"You're still very young, you have a long way to go. May I know what you want to do when you grow up?"
"I just want to go to college and graduate well, then find a job, work in my mother's place. That's all, sir."
"Such a simple wish, you seem to have no ambition?"
Bian smirked. "If a quiet life is enough, I don't want ambition. Because I can't even go to college." Biyan looked down briefly. "Excuse me, sir."
"Yeah, you can go."
After leaving Mackenzie's room, Biyan contemplated the fate of his college which wasn't even in his mind at the moment. Will he forever be a dirty dishwasher or a cafe waiter?
Biyan returned to the kitchen as Rex came down from his room, he saw Biyan's back enter the kitchen. Rex momentarily stopped looking at the familiar back but then Rex ignored it.
Rex looked at his cell phone, annoyed with Biyan who didn't send him any messages. Finally, Rex contacted Biyan.
Biyan was still in the kitchen looking at the number, Biyan had no intention of picking it up. He only remembered his last number and it must be from the grown man. Repeatedly vibrating finally, Biyan picked it up. "Hello?" he said to Rex.
"You didn't send a single message while I was away?"
"Aa? What is my obligation to contact you?" Biyan opened his lips, surprised.
Rex was about to speak again but stopped hearing someone else's voice where Biyan was.
"You, Elis' son?" Rex heard the deep and familiar voice before Byan's call was cut off.
Rex looked at his phone annoyed. "You hung up on me!?" growled Rex. But then stopped remembering that the sound just now felt familiar.
The butler had called Biyan to enter his room. "Sit down!"
Bean sits down. "I heard you graduated this year?"
"Yes," replied Biyan still with doubts and confusion.
"You want to go to school? Mr. Mackenzie has a scholarship and he just happened to know you."
"I'm not very smart, sir. Maybe there's no hope for a scholarship."
"Here you just have to have the desire? Think first, what if you don't go to college what will you get from there."
After leaving the butler's room. If Biyan accepts the scholarship, he and his mother automatically have a debt of gratitude to the owner of the house. And Biyan doesn't want that, doesn't want to be tied to this house.
Biyan opened the door and stepped down the hall to the kitchen. Again Rex accidentally saw the back of the young woman he was surprised again. At the same time, the butler left the room.
"Young Master, is there anything you need?" asked the old man.
"I see a young woman who keeps going back and forth in this house? Can minors now work here?"
"No, Young Master. She is the daughter of the maid of this house."