I Know Who I Am, Father-in-law.

Young master.

Chapter 4.

Young master.

Elvis got home with that smile still on his lips. He had forgotten about his worries and everything about the family he lived with. Everything he had in his head was the friend he made on his first day.

As soon as he stepped inside the house, he found Evans waiting for him with a sheet of paper in hand.

"Stop right there!" He snapped at Elvis. "What happened to your face? Where's your beard and moustache?"

"The nurse couldn't treat my nose without taking them off, they were disturbing her treatment," Elvis stated.

"Oh! You want to prove to be handsome right?" Evans chuckled op "Who paid for your treatment anyway? I remembered Dad saying that he didn't."

"My friend did."

"Your friend?" He chuckled again, "Oh! He has a friend now. Soon, he will start selling out our family to him."

"No, no, I won't..." Elvis tried to defend himself, but Evans chipped in.

"I don't say you could talk."

Evans then stretched the sheet with him to Elvis, "Here, this is your new work in the mansion til I'm satisfied."

Elvis collected the sheet with a shaking hand.

The sheet was such a short one with mighty house shores written in it, which included washing clothes with bare hands, whereas there were more than 10 washing machines in the mansion. Even the gateman had one.

Washing the dishes, both used and unused ones, with bare hands when there were dishwashers in both kitchens in the mansion.

Scrubbing the floor with rags when there was a vacuum cleaner, and cleaning the appliances in the mansion.

He also had to wash the car Camila would be taking to school every day. He then had to cook the family's meal and still would be unable to eat except if his master, Evans, was satisfied.

That felt so unfamiliar to Elvis. He had never felt himself to have done something like that before, and to cook the family meal? What was he? A cook?

He doubted that he even knew how to switch on the cooker, not to talk of cooking something as easy as water or noodles.

"If I were you, I'd get to work immediately," Evans said to him, his lips lifted in a smirk. "Remember, you can't eat til you are done with the day's work and you have to do everything on that list."

"But, I have an assignment."

"Oh! Now you are more scared of your lawyer lecturer than me. It's like you've not done anything since you stepped into the mansion, but don't worry, I'm happy to teach you everything you have to know about the democratic rule of the nation."

Evans then pointed at the time, "I sleep by 8, that means you have to finish up all the job before the time because I don't want someone undeserving to disturb my sleep."

Evans walked away leaving the dust of his shoes behind.

Elvis felt tears stinking his tears, but he quickly blinked them back, knowing he had no choice but to comply, else, where would he go? Who would he run to? No one knew him.

He returned to his room to drop the textbooks with him and to change his clothing. He was there grateful that the nurse in school had given him some food to eat before taking the pills, otherwise, he would have been stricken and worried about his stomach, for it would have started to cry.

He first went to the kitchen to see if there were workers there. He had expected that he would meet the maids and cooks there, but no one was there, and the kitchen was looking unkempt.

The sink was filled with plates, and even a part of the floor was piled up with plates as well. They were like thousands.

Elvis's stomach tingled at the sight of the hills of the plate, and his hands shook even before he could dip it into the water to begin washing.

He eventually did, he got the soap and filled the sink with water after blocking the linkage with its cap.

The first plate he took to wash shook in his hand, and he concluded in his heart that he would never do a job like that again. Never.

Right?

He started washing the plates some minutes after 1 O'clock when he returned from school, before he could be done washing everything, it was 5 O'clock, so he took another 3 hours to rinse everything.

So, it was after 8 O'clock when Elvis was done with the plates. He still had other chores, which washing of clothes was included.

He was directed to Evans's room, and outside the room stood gallantly 3 baskets of clothes. Elvis was expecting that. Even more. So he was not astonished. He dragged the baskets into his room.

There was no washing machine in his room like the other rooms in the mansion. No, there was a washing machine in the room til, when Evans began with his plans, he moved the machine away from Elvis's room and out of reach.

Elvis didn't know how to wash clothes. He took the clothes he wore to school as a trial and put both the pants and shirt into the bathing tub that was filled with water.

Then, by the side in the bathroom, he spotted a box filled with detergent. Reasoning that he would need something foamy to create the scent and for easy washing, he added the detergent into the water, creating enough foam.

He dipped the clothes well into the water once, twice and the third time, Elvis was done with washing both the shirt and pants.

With his method of washing the clothes, he washed all three baskets within an hour and another hour to rinse the soap off. He didn't even bother to change either the water he used to wash or the one he used to rinse it. He didn't know he was supposed to.

Elvis spread the clothes all outside on the neatly trimmed grasses. He had no idea that there were clotheslines in the maids' quarters at the back of the mansion.

Elvis was too tired to do any other job, so he decided to take a nap and rest his sore hands and legs for a while.

When he woke up, it was to a bucket of water drowning him. He jolted, "What the... Evans?!"

He was to curse before he saw the culprit, Evans. He was with Camila who had a deep frown on her face with her hands folded on each other.

She was angrily tapping the floor with her designer shoes.

"Don't I inform you that you will be washing Camila's car every morning before she wakes up?"

"I... You did."

"Then, why is the car not washed yet? Also, why is breakfast not ready yet?" Evans questioned Elvis between gritting his teeth, creating fear in the young man's heart.

Elvis was just 23 years old at the time, but the ridicule he was receiving was cutting his age shorter. Instead for him to be mature, he was being invisible and full of fright.

"I'm sorry, I'll wash the car right away."

Camila turned her frowny face to Evans, "No, brother! I can't wait any further, let me go to school in Brie's car." She blinked her eyes cutely before Evans.

"But Brie has an important interview with some Chinese dudes." Evans tried to disagree.

"Please. You know her car is the only one in the garage which is matching my outfit."

Evans sighed, "Fine! I'll grab the keys for you."

"Thanks, bro! You're the best!" They both left Elvis in his room to breathe.

Elvis fell back on his wet bed, and his eyes caught the swelling of his hands, reminding him of the stress he had gone through the previous night.

He released a shaky sigh before getting off the bed. The clock in his room said 8:08 AM, and he remembered Sammy telling him that their first lecture would be by 9, so he had barely an hour to do everything and go to school.

He quickly brought out his assignment and tried to answer it. Even though he miraculously knew the answer to the question, he couldn't write down anything. He was unable to hold the pen with his swollen hands and fingers.

He decided to go to school like that.

He couldn't scrub his body with the soap and body washer when he was bathing, rather, he took the shower, trying to endure the stinks from the impact of the water on his injury. His injured nose was still there, and so were the bruises on his face.

Elvis slid a worn-out schoolbag behind him and walked out of the estate. He took quick steps to the bus stop, hoping to grab a bus or cab when he got there.

When he was washing Evans's clothes, he had found some cash in his pockets and had kept the money for himself, hence the money to go to school and probably to eat breakfast and lunch before returning to the mansion.

As soon as Evans got to the bus stop, he spotted a car so familiar, waiting. He moved closer and knocked on the window. It winded down and he saw Mrs Adams, who was not paying so much attention to him. She was dressing her face, using the car's mirror.

"You're late." She said to him.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Adams."

"Get into the back seat, your friend wants me to be your driver today."

Elvis chuckled and got in, "I'm sorry about that." He carefully locked the door.

"Hi," Sammy greeted Elvis.

"Hi," He replied to him.

Sammy smiled and stretched Elvis's notebooks to him, but his eyes drifted to Elvis's hands. He dropped the books and grabbed his hands, "What happened to your hands?"

Elvis snapped the hands away from Sammy's grip and hid them inside his pockets, "Nothing."

Mrs Adams glanced at Sammy in the rearview mirror, "What happened to his hands?"

"I don't know, they're...."

Elvis immediately cut him off, "I said it's nothing!"

That caught Mrs Adams's attention. She took her gaze to Elvis through the rearview mirror, and then her eyes widened. She rubbed her eyes while shaking her head before staring again, and it was like she was seeing a ghost.

She instantly snapped her eyes to Elvis while muttering in utter astonishment, "Young master."

Both Sammy and Elvis were taken aback, "Mum, are you okay?"

"Mrs Adams?"

Sammy and Elvis tried to call Mrs Adams out of it, but she was long gone into her world.

She could swear with her child that this guy before her eyes was the missing master, who had been kidnapped from home for seven months now.

How did he escape from the kidnappers? How did he manage to get into the Moore family? Why had he been formal with her? Was she forgotten? What was he even doing in NYC? Wasn't he supposed to return home after being freed?

She had a lot of questions on her mind that she couldn't even ask. She was too shocked to ask anything.

"Mum?!"

"Mrs Adams?!" Both guys yelled to bring her back and that did the trick.

She jerked awake from reverie but her eyes never left Elvis's body. He began to feel uncomfortable after realizing her intense gaze on him.

"Is something on my face, Mrs Adams?" Elvis questioned with his hands holding his face.

"No, no!"

She turned forward and began the car with her eyes running through Elvis's face at intervals til she dropped them at school.

She zoomed off at high speed immediately, leaving the two guys in confusion about what might be going on.

Mrs Adams got to her workplace which was the Klein's mansion. That was where she cleaned every day.

She ran into the mansion and a room without knocking. "Mr Clinton, I found the missing young master."

Clinton was in charge of the activities in the mansion.

He turned boringly to Mrs Adams, "Are you saying that to gain favour from me?"

"No, Mr Clinton, I'm serious. I found the young master. He attends the same school as my son, but I don't think he has any memory of himself. Moreso, he's married into the Moore's family.''

Clinton busted into a laugh. "Oh, Mrs Adams, you should be a comedian or a storyteller. With that, you will get fans of clowns like yourself. What do you take me for?''

Mrs Adams realised that Clinton would not listen, so she walked away, leaving him to keep on laughing.

She picked up her phone as she walked away and called the master, but someone else picked up the call, "What's the emergency, maid?" The cold voice questioned Mrs Adams.

"I found the young master, he's in NYC and he's married."