Timothy’s eyes turned dark. He pursed his thin lips and said nothing.

“Tell me!” Old Madam Barker was anxious. She held her crutches and hammered it twice on the ground.

Timothy looked like he did not hear it at all and merely said, “You should go back to your room and rest, Grandma. I’m going to take a bath.”

“You! You just want to piss this old lady off!”

Old Madam Barker asked that question two years ago as well, but he did the same thing and stayed quiet, refusing to say a ...