Chapter 8. A Newfound Friend

The dining room was quiet, sophisticated, and refined as always. Carl was just busy eating the Italian dish that their family chef cooked for that particular night.

"Carl, how's school?" his father spoke in the middle of enjoying the well-cooked food.

"Fine, Dad," he mumbled simply, not intending to say anything at all.

That kind of atmosphere was the one he always ignored. It was because he knew that his parents would make him do something that he did not like once again.

"I need you to do something," his father uttered and that made him sigh. He knew it.

Hearing that did not shock him at all because they would not call for a dinner like that if they did not need anything from him.

"What is it this time, Dad?"

"Your tone, Carl," his mother warned him with a voice that seemed like an acid-dripping.

He smirked and shook his head, unable to say anything.

"You need to court