âWhat?â Slightly bewildered, Ryder responded, âI was occupied with company matters yesterday.
I informed them Iâd report to the Civil Service Department the day after tomorrow.
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âThe day after tomorrow? To the Civil Service Department?â
Mekhiâs face darkened with anger.
If his arms werenât aching, heâd have dealt Ryder a blow on the head.
âI assigned you one task-to register with the National Security Bureau! But you postponed it! Youâre utterly useless! Kneel down now!â
Mekhi commanded.
âMekhiâ¦â
Ryder glanced nervously at the servants and the butler in the dining room, terrified and enraged.
Amidst outsiders, Mekhi demanded him to kneel.
This was a humiliation that Ryder couldnât bear.
In a frigid tone, Mekhi continued, looking away, âKneel down or get some whipping.
The choice is yours.
â
Even the simplest-minded knew the obvious choice.
Ryder rose from his chair and went on his knees beside it.
âOuch!â
The broken plates had left shards on the marble floor.
Some embedded in his knee, causing intense pain.
âMekhi, it hurts so muchâ¦â
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Ryder looked at Mekhi with teary eyes, but Mekhi remained unmoved.
He clenched his fists unconsciously.
Sally covered her mouth with both hands and wept silently, afraid to intervene on Ryderâs behalf.
Mekhi was most scary when he was angry.
As he gazed upon his terrified brother and sister, a strange satisfaction enveloped him.
The anger that had simmered in his chest since yesterday afternoon found release on his siblings, and strangely, it brought him comfort.
He softened his tone.
âChoose any department you like, but not the Civil Service Department!
I need you to establish yourself in the National Security Bureau quickly, so you can help me in the future.
Itâs time for you to shoulder responsibilities and contribute to the family.
Do you understand?â
Ryder broke out in a cold sweat in distress.
Despite his reluctance, he gritted his teeth and replied, âYes.
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