Xaviar, carrying a small school bag and holding a painting he had made, sat in Grandpa Wallace's car on his way back to Thompson Manor at Pure Waterside.
Ever since Second Uncle and second aunt went to London, Thompson Manor had become increasingly deserted. During the daytime, at noon, it was probably only Great Grandmother at home, right?
As soon as the car stopped steady at the courtyard entrance, Xaviar pushed open the car door and jumped out, startling Morris Welly, the Thompson family's old driver, who kept cautioning from behind, "Young Master Xaviar, slow down, don't fall into the water."
"I won't!" Xaviar replied without turning his head, already running over the wooden plank bridge leading to the courtyard.
At the doorway, he quickly took off his sports shoes, replaced them with Snoopy slippers, and upon seeing the washed fruit on the tea table, grabbed an apple and was about to run upstairs.
"Stop!" A cool voice laced with dissatisfaction carried over.