Chapter 17

When Stephen got home, he could clearly feel his parents looking at him differently. How could he describe it? It was a look of concern mixed with scrutiny. "Steph, are you hungry?" Sara jumped up from the couch in an instant. Jerry was pretending to read the newspaper. But he couldn't even fake it well—the newspaper was upside down, but he was still pretending to be engrossed in it. Stephen couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, you two. I know you're just dying to ask how I did in the exams. The papers are in my bag. Go ahead and take a look." The couple dropped the act and hurriedly took out the test papers from his bag. It was really typical of a family with a high school student to do that. His parents were the very example—they were more concerned about his results than he was. "538 in optional essay. Stephen, this is pretty average. It's not even as good as your second mock exam," Jerry mumbled as he looked through the papers while Sara frowned slightly. But when they got to