My Tutor Is a Snake

7

Anyway, the door was locked from the inside.

My bedroom was on the third floor. There was no way someone could climb up the steep wall and enter through the window.

After washing up, I went downstairs to have breakfast without much thought.

As soon as I reached the dining hall, I saw my dad sitting at the dining table, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, as if attending an official event. He was stuffing a fried egg into his mouth while chatting with Haward.

"Mr. Gilbert, how is Irene? Has she caused any trouble recently?"

"No, she hasn't. Teaching is my job. No matter what kind of student Irene is, I'm obliged to discipline her so that she can get good grades."

Haward, who was sitting next to my dad, was gracefully putting a piece of fried egg into his mouth. Although it was just an ordinary breakfast, he looked like he was eating in a five-star hotel.

This guy is always saying those hypocritical words.

He's obviously a pervert who enjoys teasing people. Humph!