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AS soon as he entered, he sank into the sofa, then looked around. He saw the guards with him and he frowned.

"Are you all stupid?" He growled and they cringed.

"Am I now a baby that you following me about like one. You all go out and stay, when I need you, I will call", he said and they bowed, then walked out of the house.

"Hey… hey…", he called out and they all turned back, "one of you should come here", he said, and one of them did.

He walked up to him and bowed.

"Do not let anyone into this house without my permission, no one, I repeat, no matter who the person is, don't let him or her into my house without my permission, understood?" He thundered.

"Yes boss", he said nodding his head.

"Good, tell so to the others", he said and waved him away.

"Okay boss", and he bowed and left.

Minutes later, his parents arrived. The gate of the mansion was already packed full with some media reporters, still trying to gain entry into the mansion to get Oswald talk.

They weren't surprised at all, infact, it was expected. At the instant their driver halted and honked to alert the security at the security tower, the reporters rushed to their car, trying to get them talk as well.

"Send them away", Lord Dino said to his guards and they set out to work immediately. They came down from the car and began driving them away.

The gate finally slid open and the driver drove in. He got to the parking lot and parked, a guard rushed forward and opened the car door and the old couple alighted.

"Hmm, finally, we are here", Lady Frances said as she and her husband began walking into the house.

They got to the entrance door and the guards by it halted them.

"I'm sorry My Lord, sorry My Lady, it is the new policy from my boss, I need to go inform him, before you can be granted permission to come in", the guard bowed and said.

The old couple was stunned and gobsmacked. Oswald? Give such useless policy?

Lady Frances laughed.

"Okay, I understand. I think he said that for visitors, we aren't visitors, we are his parents. Open the damn door and let us go in", she said to them.

"My Lady with due respect, we are actually arguing baselessly, let me just go inform him immediately", he said and went in.

"What madness!" Lord Dino spat out, his wife turned to him.

"Did you see that? Did you just see the nonsense stunt your son pulled?" She asked.

At this juncture the guard came out and allowed them entry.

"You may go in", he said holding the door open, and grudgingly, they entered, shouting as they did.

"Where is that boy that calls himself my son?" Lady Frances shouted from the door as they entered the large living room.

"This isn't a music concert hall", a voice said, coming down the stairs and they turned towards the direction of the voice, it was Oswald, he was descending the stairs.

"If you wanna shout, go to one and shout, you don't shout in my house", he concluded, by now he was already in the living room.

His parents were dumbfounded and awestruck, as they watched him with their mouth ajar.

"Okay, has the cat caught your tongues?" He asked and sank into the medieval in the room, looking at his parents.

"Oswald, do you realize you are talking to your mother?" Lady Frances asked in a low voice.

"And what difference does it makes? Talking to you, and not talking to you", he said waving his fingers.

Jeez! She felt like fainting, what has come over her son?

"You must be out of your senses son, why the hell must you speak to your mother in that manner?" Lord Dino demanded, "and why would you ask the guards to come ask for your permission before we are granted entry into your house?" He added.

"That is is where you get it right old man, my house, not yours. That is the new policy here, take it or leave it", he said and relaxed more comfortably into his seat.

"Jeez!" Lady Frances exclaimed and sank into the sofa close to her.

"You must be sick in the head Oswald. Where have you been?" Lord Dino asked, looking at him.

"I never knew when my happiness has become your concern. Why are you both in my house?" He asked.

"Oswald?" His mother called, she couldn't take it anymore, "Oswald what has come over you? What is going on?" She asked.

Oswald sighed.

"As you can see, I am just returning from a journey, I need rest. When you are done sitting and looking around, you both know your way out", he said and got up, then began walking away, towards the stairs.

"Oswald? Oswald?" His father called, "you are actually walking out on us", he thundered.

Without as much as a glance at them, he replied.

"Lock my door behind you, we see tomorrow", and he climbed the stairs and off into his room, leaving his parents in total awe.

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