The room was dim, and Irene could hear the faint sounds of a combat video game.

"Mr. Lucas, why are you still awake?" Irene looked at Lucas, who was playing his game while lying on his stomach on the bed, and she was very confused. "Your father might be returning today—"

"He returned last night," said Lucas lazily. "Don't worry. It's all over now."

Irene stared at him in disbelief. She approached him. "Your father was not angry?"

"What's it got to do with me whether he's angry or not?" Lucas' tone was calm, and he said, "I'm hungry. Go make me some pasta."

"Alright. I'll make it right away." Irene did not realize what was different about Lucas.

After she left his bedroom, she immediately went to the kitchen to make him some pasta.

Ten minutes later, she entered the bedroom with a bowl of fresh pasta and placed it on his nightstand.

"Mr. Lucas, why didn't you close the door? You'll usually close the door when you're in your room."

"I didn't close it simply because I'm too laz