Chapter 15
“Listen carefully. I’ll only say this once.”
Jack took a pen and started writing on a piece of scrap paper while explaining the problems.
I was stunned, looking at the man in front of me, my feelings suddenly becoming complicated.
Because of Chloe, I had few friends and teachers disliked me.
No one had ever helped me with my studies.
Jack’s tone was flat but sharp.“With your attention span, you probably daydream in class!”
I quickly snapped back to reality, whispering, “I’m sorry. I’ll pay attention.”
Jack, seeing my submissive attitude, felt his throat tighten, and he continued explaining patiently.
In the evening, warm light enveloped the two of us.
I sat while he stood beside me, propping himself on the table, calculating the problem–solving process.
Do you think in a straight line? This problem uses the same method as the last one.”
“This is a simple trick. Can’t you see it? Are your eyes just for show?”
“Have you ever tested your IQ? Are you below standard? Do it again!”
His tone was flat, but when he scolded, it hit hard.
Luckily, I already knew he was the sharp–tongued school doctor; otherwise, I would have lost it by now.
In the end, I managed to hold on. I packed up my completed homework: “Thank you, Dr. Wilson. You’re amazing. You still remember all this.”
Jack cwirled his pen, his gaze appraising. Doesn’t your family hire a tutor?”
I pursed my lips.“I don’t want to owe them anything. Tutors
expensive. I have no money and don’t want to ask the Welch family for help.”
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Jack looked at my fair profile, my lowered eyelids hiding my emotions.
I cautiously asked, “Dr. Wilson, can I ask you for help if I don’t understand something?”
He turned, his tone unnatural.“I’m busy.”
After being rejected, I didn’t get angry; I obediently packed my
Jack tapped the desk, adding, “It depends on my mood.”
Dag.
I smiled. Thank you, Dr. Wilson… no, thank you, teacher!” I said that and didn’t wait for his reaction, grabbing my bag and running off.
Jack squinted, a laży smile creeping onto his face; well, he might as well consider it a way to pass the time.
When I got home, it was already dark. The butler approached:“Mr. Welch and Miss Black are out for dinner.”
“Okay.”
I went to the dining room alone, enjoying a rare moment of peace. I checked my phone and saw Chloe’s post:“Having a feast with the brothers!” The photo showed them laughing.
I glanced at it and then closed the app, continuing to eat.
The next day, I got up and went to the dining room for breakfast. My brothers weren’t there yet, only Chloe. Chloe smugly boasted, “I made a lot of progress at training yesterday.”
I sat down, expressionless, eating my food without acknowledging Chloe.
Chloe was in a good mood and didn’t mind my cold attitude. Despite her calm exterior, she was definitely fuming inside!*
I finished my breakfast in a few bites and walked out directly.
But the driver stood by, unmoving:“Miss Black isn’t ready yet. We need to wait for her.”
After ten minutes, Chloe still hadn’t appeared. I said impatiently, “We’ll be late!” I was growing increasingly intolerant of the Welch family.
I decided not to wait any longer, opened the car door to leave, and ran into my fourth brother, Caleb, “What difference does it make if you wait a little longer for Chloe? Her father saved your life. He didn’t abandon you. And now can’t you even wait for Chloe?”
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My hand gripped the door handle tightly.
