Next door, Keaton had no idea a beating was waiting for him. All he could think about was his hair.


    After Winona left, he grabbed the scissors and tried to fix it himself, but the more he trimmed, the worse it got! It was an absolute disaster.


    When Winona returned to her room and saw the hair clippings scattered everywhere, her blood pressure soared. She was about to yell at him when she saw Keaton''s ''new'' hairstyle...


    "Pfft!"


    She couldn''t hold it in and burst outughing.


    Keaton''s face darkened. "When youugh at someone to their face, could you at least be a little quieter? Don''t other people have feelings?"


    He tilted his head, which only made Winonaugh harder. "Keaton, you... you... you''ve outdone yourself! You actually managed to create a high-fashion asymmetrical alpaca cut. Hahaha... There are pictures online, let me find one for you, haha..."


    Winona actually pulled out her phone,ughing as she searched. "I can''t breathe. Haha, I''m literally dying..." Keaton''s face flushed a deep, mottled crimson with embarrassment and rage. He hadn''t been sure he could fix it, so he had only trimmed along one side before giving up. The result was an absolute trainwreck. Unable to stand her tant mockery, Keaton turned and walked toward the window.


    Winona quickly called out, "What are you doing? You''re going to jump just because Iughed at you a little?"


    "I''m going home!" Keaton snapped.


    Only then did Winona realize he had climbed in through the window.


    Keaton saw that the Huber family''s driver was gone. He opened the window to leave, but before he did, he remembered something and turned to say resentfully, "We''re even for that time you needed stitches because of me!"


    The wind ruffled his hair, and he even tried to flick his lopsided bangs.


    Winona was practically crying withughter. "Even, we''re even! Be careful, I''m not responsible if you fall."


    Keaton shot her a re and climbed out the window.


    Behind him, Winona''sughter followed. "Bye-bye, Mr. Alpaca."


    Keaton: "..." His reputation was ruined! At least only Winona had seen it.


    Their bedrooms were separated by just one wall. It was a bit risky, but not difficult to cross. Keaton nimbly returned to his own room He was just about to head to the bathroom to even out the other side of his hair and call a stylist toe over when he turned around and saw his parents.


    They were sitting side-by-side on the sofa, backs ramrod straight, staring daggers at him!


    "Ah-!"


    Before Keaton could scream, Janelle let out a shriek.


    Keaton jumped. "Mom?!"


    Janelle stood up and rushed over. "Son, how did you get in from outside? This is the third floor! And what happened to your hair?!"


    Keaton was surprised. “Didn''t you two leave? What are you doing here in my room?"


    Richard cut straight to the chase. "Are you and Winona together?" The hair was irrelevant; the daughter-inw was what mattered.


    Keaton was stunned. "Who told you that?!"


    Richard didn''t beat around the bush. "Did you or did you not steal your great- grandfather''s liquor for Winona?"


    Keaton: "...Yeah."


    Richard: "And did you juste from Winona''s bedroom?"


    Keaton: "... Yeah."


    Richard became emotional. "If you two weren''t together, you would never have stolen your


    er


    great-grandfather''s liquor for her And you certainly wouldn''t be. sneaking into a young woman''s bedroom!"


    Before Keaton could speak, Janelle asked, "You dragged me in here such a hurry saying they were


    in


    together. Is this what you based that on?"


    "Yes!"