Sunday

"Lucas, I heard the head butler say that you were skipping piano class. Don't do that again. If father finds out, he will be furious."

Little Lucas was sitting on the bed hugging his knees when his brother came into his bedroom. He lifted his head to look at his brother.

"Brother. I don't want to take piano lessons anymore. I don't like it. The teacher is so mean." said Little Lucas with teary eyes.

"Is that so? But you still can't just leave it like that. I don't want you to get into trouble and be scolded by father." said his brother gently.

"I know, brother." Little Lucas looked down.

"I'll talk to the teacher tomorrow. Wipe your tears, don't cry over something trivial like this. " His brother smiled at him.

Little Lucas sniffed and wiped his face.

"It's late. Let's talk tomorrow. Okay? Now, go to sleep."

Suddenly a loud crashing noise was heard from the hallway outside his bedroom. It took them both by surprise. His teenage brother immediately motioned for little Lucas not to make a noise.

"That's probably father. You stay here. Brother will distract him so he doesn't look for you." he whispered.

Little Lucas covered his mouth with both hands then nodded his head. His brother patted his head then walked closer to the door, he opened it and slipped out.

After his brother left his bedroom, Little Lucas got off the bed and ran to the door to eavesdrop.

"Good evening, Father. You're early today." said his brother with a cold expression.

"This is my mansion. I can come back whenever I want. Where is that little rascal?" He asked.

"He's asleep. Don't disturb him. We can talk tomorrow morning." The teenager blocked him with his arm.

"So he's in his room. Move!" he commanded.

Hearing that, Little Lucas immediately moved away from the door, went back to the bed and covered himself with the blanket. He trembles in fear while hearing the two of them arguing.

"You're not in your right mind now. Leave him alone, father." He begged.

"Get out of my sight!" He shouted and pushed the teenager aside.

"Father, you can't do this to him. He is just a five years old child." The teenager looked sad.

Their father ignored him then went into Little Lucas' bedroom. He walked over to the bed and removed the blanket. "You little rascal. I told you to learn well. But you still skip the class I have arranged for you."

"FATHER, PLEASE!" The teenager screamed and grabbed his father's arm.

"Father. I was wrong. Please don't hit me." Little Lucas begged him.

But it was too late, he had grabbed Little Lucas by the collar, lifted him then threw him on the floor. Little Lucas started crying in fear as he crawled around looking for a place to hide.

Their father smiled sardonically.

His brother saw Little Lucas on the floor, immediately rushed to cover his younger brother with his own body, preventing his father from abusing him again.

"SOMEBODY OUT THERE GETS HELP!" His brother ordered the maid outside the bedroom.

"MOVE, SEBASTIAN! I have to teach him a lesson today so he can listen well to my every word." Their father kept kicking Sebastian in the back.

"STOP, FATHER!" Sebastian begged him.

"Very well. You don't want to listen to my words either." Their father looked around then grabbed a vase on the table, smashing it into Sebastian's head.

"Sir. Please stop. Young master is hurt." said the head butler. The maids managed to bring the head butler and several guards there.

"Brothers." Little Lucas called out to his brother.

"It's okay Lucas. Brother will protect you." Sebastian's voice weakened.

His head continued to ooze a thick red liquid that dripped onto Little Lucas' face covering his tears. Not long after, Sebastian passed out.

"NO, BROTHER! Wake up. I'm scared. Don't leave me alone!" Little Lucas kept pushing Sebastian's body while screaming hysterically.

"Are you ok?"

The moment Lucas opened his eyes, he saw a pair of eyes staring at him closely above his face.

"AH !" Lucas screams and immediately gets up from the bed, pulling everything in front of him to cover his body.

Noah chuckled. "What are you doing?"

Lucas suddenly realized that he was still in Noah's apartment. "Nothing." He answered shortly.

"I didn't do anything to you. Don't worry." Noah laughed.

"I was just having a nightmare and got scared when you suddenly showed up in front me." he slowly released his grip from the blanket he held onto tightly just now.

"No wonder your expression looks miserable. But nightmares are usually the opposite of reality. Let the wind blow it away. Not to worry, now go wash up and have breakfast. They've been waiting for a while." Noah pointed to the kitchen.

Lucas looked at it and was startled again, making him spontaneously pull back the blanket. "You guys are here."

Michael, Emma and Andrew turned at the same time to look at him with flat expressions.

"What a loser." Michael.

"Well, I'm sorry if I delayed your breakfast." Lucas was annoyed. He stood up from the bed then suddenly saw Andrew wave his hand at him.

Lucas narrowed his eyes as he looked at Andrew. "What do you mean? I don't understand."

Andrew pointed his head then pointed at Lucas' head. Lucas was confused, he walked towards the mirror and looked at his head. Turns out Andrew was warning him about his bed hair.

Lucas immediately covered his hair with his hands, turned to look at Noah to see if he saw him too. Luckily Noah was busy making the bed, and didn't see him. He ran into the bathroom quickly while Andrew giggled.

After breakfast. They all followed Noah in search of goods to sell at the night market.

Noah pushed the trolley with the kids sitting on it, looking around for any discarded items.

"Are you ok with the kids always tagging along wherever you go?" Lucas asks.

"Do you mind?" Noah asks back.

"No." Lucas answered.

"Me too. I like them. Their presence actually makes me less lonely while living alone. I can't imagine if they weren't there all this time." Noah smiled gently while looking at the kids.

"You're not thinking of finding someone to accompany you? I mean like a partner." Lucas felt guilty, tricking him with this kind of question.

"Nah. I already have them who I can play with. So why would I want a partner just to make me suffer?" Noah laughed.

"You are.."

"THERE!" Noah suddenly shouted.

He immediately pushed the trolley a bit faster to where he just noticed while Lucas followed from behind. Noah picked up a broken wooden chair. "This is good stuff, it only needs some repairs."

The kids got off the trolley so Noah could put the wooden chair there. "Noah, look over there!" Michael pointed across the street.

"Be careful. Hold hands when crossing and don't forget to look left and right." Noah told the kids.

"My god. You guys really are over excited. I can't even take a breath. Please slow down so I can help." Lucas suddenly picked up the twins. "It's safer this way. Let's cross."

Noah smiled at him. "Michael, you stay close beside me, ok?"

"Yeah." said Michael lazily.

Noah chuckles seeing Michael getting jealous.