"I'm here." Simon's face scrunched up in an unhappy grumble. He couldn't help questioning the choices he made that day. Simon looked up in grievance, tears almost pooling in his eyes. He can't help thinking that he's about to become a father overnight! When he got back home, he had to call Dad and Mom Simon to thank them for not giving him a younger brother…
No!
Simon quickly shook his head. Dad and Mom Simon's children will definitely be well-behaved and cute and will be miles different from that brat he was about to meet.
Simon raised his hand to knock on the door of the presidential suite, expecting the petrified Prothero to open it, but before he could...
An anxious Prothero opened the door with a blank expression on his face that revealed no bit of fear.
Leisurely, Prothero took a glance at Simon. "Where's my meal?" He inquired straightforwardly.
