He came down from the upper floor, adjusting his tie, with a cold smile. He opened the door quietly, picking up the journalist and greeting the neighbors

He entered the kitchen and saw breakfast ready, his son sitting quietly and silent, and his wife tying her short hair and scolding her son severely because she found a knife in his bag

He stood next to her, smiling,

, “Oh, what’s wrong with that frowning face, my sweetie..?”

he said in a deep voice, looking directly into her eyes