''A young master is also not someone with a disgusting bloodline like yours.''
Under those insultive, and degrading words, Damien remained quiet and nervous under her harsh gaze.
Countess Olivier.
His etiquette tutor.
A woman who was not like his other tutors.
There was something Damien had learned about his tutors. Unlike his class teacher in the village, he could not interact with his tutors freely. For some reason, he could detect a wall between them that he felt could not be broken down.
However, his etiquette tutor was different. From the first day of his class with her, she had shown him that she hated him. She did not bother to hide it.
Damien had no idea why she hated him so intensely. He had always wondered about the reason, but came up with nothing.
He had also planned to let his mother know, but the countess did not give him a chance. From the first day she had started saying those words, she had also threatened him.
