“Apologize.”

Arlechinno said firmly, providing no room for disobedience and stubbornness from the child. Arms crossed, a sharp nail of hers tapped against her arm, eyes narrowed down at the pre teen in an almost menacing manner, as if daring him to not comply.

The said pre teen hadn’t obliged to your orders and disrespected you, who was revered to as ‘Mother’ in the House of the Hearth. And as for Arlechinno, the supposedly ‘Father’ of the house, was not tolerating any ounce of disrespect shown or given to you.

“I put you, in this house. I’ll kick you out if necessary.”

Arlechinno added, tone harsh. Peruere didn’t show any signs on calming down even when the child was practically shaking in his boots, tears forming in his round eyes as his bottom lip poorly quivered out of fear.