XXIX: Mr. President Is Feeling Unwell!

"Vincent, I'm asking. Why did you go alone?" William asked once again. "Didn't I told you I'll come with you?" Before Vincent could even utter a word, he threw another question to him again. His eyes look cold, and his face doesn't seem very pleased. Even so, his tone didn't rise and still sounds casual.

The truth is, he's actually quite annoyed and not in a good mood. Something happened in their residence which made him upset. Plus, he learned that Vincent came home alone. And another thing, he's actually standing outside for quite some time now. He got into an argument with the guards, and even after having the upper hand in their small debate, one of the guards took some time finding the young master Vincent. William couldn't do anything but wait outside patiently while leaning his back on their car.

Vincent walks closer to the gate and holds its iron bars. "It's because I don't want to interrupt your reunion with your family." He then averted his eyes from William and look