The Village (1)
The next morning, the Xion estate was up early in the morning. Servants hurried back and forth, preparing packed lunches and supplies for the day ahead. The scent of freshly baked bread and roasted meat filled the air as everyone worked diligently to ensure everything was ready.
In the living room, Tyron sat calmly, waiting for his children to come down. His stern expression hadn't softened since last night, and his mind was set on teaching them a valuable lesson.
Charlize, standing beside him, fidgeted nervously. She was still upset about the punishment, unable to understand why they had to do it.
"Father, do we really have to do this?" Charlize finally asked, her voice a mix of frustration and confusion. "I mean, we apologized! Isn't that enough?" she uttered out loud, pouting her lips.