Chapter 193 - What was wrong with his day today? (1/2)

Late evening on the same day...

Harry looked at his house blankly. How did he arrive here? Even though he was the one driving the car but he had no collection of driving through the usual roads to go home. He was so deep in his thought even though his hands and feet were busy handling the steering wheel, gear, accelerator and brake. It was almost like he was driving in autopilot.

He could not even remember anything about the journey!

Even the butler who was hurrying toward him was puzzled seeing his face. What was wrong with his young master today? Why did he look so weird now? Had something happened at the campus?

Despite that, he controlled his emotion and out on the poker face as he greeted Harry, ”Welcome back, young master.”

Harry handed his car key quietly to the butler who promptly handed the same key to the family's driver. Then, the older man followed behind his young master.

The driver, on the other hand, started the engine and checked the gas level. When he realized it was left with half the tank, he quickly changed the gear and drove the car to the nearest petrol station to fill the gas. So tomorrow, if young master chose this car for his vehicle of the day, young master would not be worried if there would not be enough gas if the tank went empty along the way. All the cars belonged to each member of the Si family was always full tank, the family driver made sure of it. He even checked the cars' condition so it would be on the optimum state the whole time.

Harry put down his bag once he walked through the main door and let out a heavy sigh. His mind was still full of Ryn's cold treatment and his bad game just now. What was wrong with his day today?

”Harry, you've come back? Go wash first then have dinner together,” his mother called.

”Okay,” he replied halfheartedly. He took back his bag and walked slowly to the stairs. He ignored the weird look from his mother and little sister, too deep in his own emotion to care.

”What's wrong with your brother today?” Mrs Si asked her daughter in puzzle. She was taken back when she saw how low her son's spirit was just now.

”I don't know. Maybe... he lost in the game?” Mia shrugged. She did not know much about Harry even though they were siblings and quite close to each other. Harry too did not tell or discuss anything with her, especially when he now was a university student. Sometimes she felt like he treated her like a young little girl in a primary school.

Oh well, it was not her problem. Why should she spend time and energy on his problem when he did not even ask for her help? Such a waste of time and she, Mia Si, hated wasting time. She would only spend her time and energy on something that benefits her.

She took a magazine and flipped it open to show to her mother, ”Mother, do you think if I were to wear this, I'd look better?”

Mrs Si looked at the page her daughter showed and frowned. It was an advertisement about anti ageing cream that claimed it could reverse the ageing of its use for up to five years in a week time.

”I don't think it will work,” she said.

”But mother, don't you think I should start early to prevent wrinkle?” Mia cried, touching her cheeks worriedly.

”You're still young. Your skin is too young to wear those kind of cream. Wait until you're older,” Mrs Si said firmly.

”But...”

”No. And if I see you bought this, I'll send you straight to the temple to become a nun,” Mrs Si warned.

Mia pursed her lips sulkily. Why did her mother react so dramatically just for a cream? She would not lose anything if she tried it. Well, other than money but what's with two hundred bucks in comparison to a smooth wrinkle-free youthful face?

Harry, unaware of what was happening between his mother and little sister, just sat on the edge of the bed and covered his face. He had no idea why he was treated like this. He was honest with her but he felt like she kept running away.

Running from what? He had no idea but by running, she also put a distance between them. It was so frustrating when each time he tried to make a move, she would find excuses to avoid it.

It took him about fifteen minutes to gather his thought and changed his clothes into a set of fresh one. Then, he went downstairs for dinner with his family.