(From MC's Perspective)
Carey Residence
The following day,
I went downstairs to eat breakfast. I wrinkled my brows as I remembered my parents' reaction the night before. It's because they didn't ask me anything. Not even a single word.
They began to suspect me, as I had predicted. I need to find an appropriate opportunity to spill the beans. At the very least, I'll tell them about my hunting license.
As I made the firm decision, a quick glint flashed into my eyes.
Then I got to the dining room. Seeing this, my brother digs for food without hesitation. My face formed a slight frown. What's the matter with him? When everyone was seated together, he would usually create some drama.
He is simply minding his own business this time. "Strange," I muttered as I took my seat.
Brian raised his head to look at me at this point before continuing to swallow the food.
