Trash of the School

I fail to see where this is my problem.

And like that, time flew by. By the time Cale had gotten ten years old, another family member was born, a little girl called Lily. Most of the servants and attendants were all over it and just how cute the little girl looked.

With the birth of Lily Cale's existence was pretty much overshadowed completely – no, it had gotten forgotten. Even Violan's attention was on her small daughter and she hadn't the time to look out for Cale.

Like that, another year passed without Cale actually meeting the new family member. By the time he turned eleven, Cale didn't even leave his room anymore. That was also the time he started to feel extremely sick tired and dizzy. It wasn't uncommon for him to have a nosebleed that refused to stop for a few minutes or for him to pass out while studying.

Ron also visited less and less lately as he was busy with the tasks as head-butler and not to forget his babysitting work for Basen. Naturally the old Butler disliked the task of babysitting Basen given to him by Deruth, especially since he was the personal butler of Cale, yet had no time to spend with the redhead.

A few times Ron even thought about quitting and taking Cale away with him and Beacrox. He wasn't poor and had enough money to last him two life times.

"Ron, you know my hyung, don't you?"

One day, all of the blue, the little Basen who was already nine years old asked about Cale. Ron tried his best to maintain his friendly expression for the innocent child. He didn't dislike Basen, he was great, yet he wasn't Cale. And the spots in Ron's heart were already filled with his own twenty-three year old son, the little redhead he looked at like his grandson and the dead Jour Thames. There still was a bit space, but Ron reserved it for his son's and later also Cale's own families in case they wanted to have a family.

He liked Basen, yet he didn't want to be with him all the time like his task made him do. Instead, he wished to be with Cale.

"But of course young master Basen."

Basen frowned.

"But how come I haven't seen him even once, huh? Does he hate me?"

Ron let out a deep sigh. He crouched down and pulled the toy car away. He should have done that with his innocent and cute Cale and not with Violan's son.

"My young master-nim does not hate you, young master Basen."

Basen frowned even more and crossed his arms in front of his chest. The action made him look like a spoiled child that didn't want to eat his vegetables.

"Why doesn't he come play with me then? I always invite him!"

Ron let out another sigh that was stored deep inside of him. He recalled always handing Cale Basen's play-invitations. Deep inside of him he just wanted to get his young master-nim out of that cold and dark room, yet Cale declined each one. At least he didn't ignore Ron any longer...

"My young master-nim is very busy with his studies, young master Basen."

Basen pouted at that.

"Mom said that no matter how hard you study you should always make some time to play!"

Ron smiled at that. Yes, yes, those were very wise words that he was sure he had heard from Jour before. She always made sure to tell Cale not to study too hard, no matter the circumstances. But there was no Jour anymore who could stop Cale, and his father was busy with work (in Russian there's this saying" Ушами хлопал" which means as much as clapped his ears, but it's a saying for didn't do anything and I failed to translate it, so I bring it in as a side note because it is one of my favorite Russian phrases...).