"I can’t believe I trusted that Willow Grant and Summer Monroe had really reconciled. If it wasn’t for the news, I’d think Summer was led astray by her dad too."

"Willow Grant truly is the master of being two-faced. We should probably just talk to her less in the future."

Upon hearing this, Willow Grant was so angry that her fingernails dug deep into the desk.

With a "snap," her nail broke.

"Hiss—" Willow gasped in pain, seeing a bit of blood stain her nail bed.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!!

She cursed the unfair world in her heart frantically.

Just then, footsteps sounded from the classroom door, and the door was pushed open.

It was Mio Osborne.

"Sorry, everyone, I was running late because of something. Turn to page 110 in your textbooks. We won’t be doing a new lesson today; I’ll help you review the previous content. Before we start the review, let’s take attendance."

Mio Osborne said, flipping open the attendance book.

When he called Summer Monroe’s name, there was no response.

Mio Osborne looked displeasedly at Summer’s empty seat, asking Ronan Kingston next to it, "Ronan Kingston, is Summer Monroe not here for class yet?"

Ronan Kingston nodded, "She’s dealing with something at home and took two days off."

"Hmph." Mio Osborne snorted coldly, not saying anything further.

Skipping classes every few days, what kind of student is that?

But then Mio Osborne felt a sense of relief. Whenever Summer was there, he always felt uncomfortable. Now that she wasn’t, he felt more at ease.

If Summer didn’t even show up for the exams, wouldn’t she definitely be kicked out of his class?

Then he wouldn’t have to see Summer’s annoying face anymore.

Mio Osborne shook off his guilty conscience, flipped open the textbook, and started the review with the students.

But when he asked everyone to do the review exercises, Mio Osborne couldn’t help but get distracted again, a look of frustration appearing on his face.

He had been staying in the faculty dorms for the past few days, finally enjoying some peace. But today, Claire Woodward suddenly came to the school in the afternoon, insisting in front of the principal that he come home for a few days.

He couldn’t lose his temper at the time, and he felt utterly frustrated.

"Phew—" Mio Osborne let out a heavy sigh, feeling even more hatred toward Summer Monroe.

If it weren’t for Summer, he wouldn’t have had to marry that troublesome woman, Claire Woodward.

"Professor Osborne?" one of the students called out, noticing that Mio Osborne had spaced out for quite a while. "Professor Osborne, we’ve finished the exercises."

Mio Osborne quickly snapped back to reality, forcing himself not to think about all that bothersome stuff.

To him, the most important thing was to try to get the prep class students into Britton University. Claire Woodward and Summer Monroe weren’t matters he needed to worry about for the time being.

Mio Osborne looked around the classroom and asked, "The answer is 0.03. If you got it right, raise your hand."

More than half of the students raised their hands.

Mio Osborne nodded in satisfaction. The prep class students had a solid foundation, and getting a few into Britton University shouldn’t be too difficult.

However, Mio Osborne’s gaze swept around and landed on Ronan Kingston, who had also raised his hand.

He curled his lip, not considering Ronan Kingston worth his attention.

People who got in through connections couldn’t compare to the ones he chose personally. He wouldn’t waste his energy on those kinds of people.

"Now, Willow Grant..." Mio Osborne’s gaze finally fell on Willow Grant, and he said, "There’s another approach to solving this problem. Come to the blackboard and try to write it out." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Okay, Professor." Willow had already thought of a second solution. She went straight to the blackboard and started writing swiftly with chalk.

However, when she got to the result, the answer came out as 0.418, which was different from the correct answer.

"This..." Willow’s expression immediately turned ugly.