His Father

"Am I even prepared mentally to see him today? Oh, I doubt." He thought and fresh tears welled up in his eyes, as Ms Juliet reminded him of where he needed to go to, after breakfast. 

"Well, there hasn't been a time I am ever prepared. I'm always caught unaware!" He muttered and sniffled. 

"It shouldn't be as bad as last time, right? It shouldn't be!" He thought.

"Well, I hope it wouldn't be!" He affirmed and stepped into the bathroom. 

After freshening up, he went to the dinning hall for breakfast. 

"I should get going now." He announced, few minutes into his food. 

"You just took few spoonfuls of your meal. Didn't you say you were famished, earlier?" Ms Juliet asked him, surprisingly. 

"I lost my appetite before coming down." He informed her. 

"Oh..." She muttered with a knowing nod. 

"I would be fine, Ms Juliet. Don't be bothered." He promised and walked out of his house, with a servant carrying a fruit basket behind him.