Chapter 222
Indeed, comparisons do breed discontent.
Haley had already heard her son asking about Owen's brother for the third time.
Curious, she inquired, “Todd, why do you keep asking about him?”
Todd responded nonchalantly, “Owen keeps bragging about how incredible his brother is. I just wanna see if he's all that.”
Haley couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Todd was usually so mature for his age that she often forgot he was still a child.
It was only in moments like these that Todd's competitive spirit shined through like that of any other kid.
“We can arrange a meet-up for you two sometime,” Ivan suggested, driving along. “Keith's been a wunderkind since day one, and you're no slouch yourself, Todd. A conversation between you two could open doors to new worlds for each of you.”
Todd pursed his lips and fell silent. Haley's curiosity about Keith grew.
...
After clearing his last case, Keith finally had his assistant drive him home. It was three in the afternoon, and his house was tranquil, with only the rustling leaves in the breeze breaking the silence.
Keith stepped into his house and ascended the stairs. As he pushed open the door to his room, his gaze fell upon a princess-like Barbie doll set scattered on the floor; its crystal tiara was broken...
A chill seemed to frost over his expression.
Picking up the toy, he approached Owen's room and knocked. There was no response, despite several tries, so he turned the knob and gently pushed the door open to find Owen sprawled on the bed, his covers kicked to the floor, and his little belly peeking out.
Frowning, Keith stepped inside, impatiently pulled the cover over him, and called out sharply, "Still sleeping? Do you know what time is it now?”
Owen snuggled deeper into the covers and protested, “I just got out of the hospital, Dad said I could sleep. Don’t bother me!”
“Did you go into my room and touch my stuff?” Keith interrogated.
Owen peeked out, squinting up at his Keith, then spotted the Barbie set. In a muffled voice, he said, “Keith, you’ve got terrible taste. That toy you got isn’t even what girls like!”
Keith's voice was icy, “It's not for you. Who gave you permission to touch it?”
Owen, now more awake, frowned and responded, “Isn’t it the toy I asked you to get for Angela?”
Keith nodded indifferently. He rarely paid much mind to others, but ever since he'd run into Angela at the door of Owen’s hospital room, he couldn't shake the memory of the little girl.
Despite his busy schedule, he had made time to go to the store and carefully pick out a gift for her.
But now, before even meeting her, the gift was ruined.
No wonder he was angry!
"Come on, Keith, it breaks and it breaks; what's the big deal? Angela doesn't even like Barbies," Owen mused, propping his chin with his hand, "She was over at our place playing piano today, and I'll bet she likes it way more. If you had the money, you should totally get her a piano!"
Keith's eyes narrowed slightly, "Angela came over to our home today?"
"Yeah, Dad and I invited Haley over, and since Angela had no school, she tagged along," Owen explained.
Keith's lips formed a taut line, "Why did she come with her?"
Rolling his eyes at Keith's obliviousness, Owen said, "Dude, Angela's only four. Obviously, she's gonna stick with her mom—what's so weird about that?"
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