Old Master Summers was furious, raising his hand and about to strike him, but as he held it high, he couldn't bring himself to hit this face so similar to his own younger days.
At the age of fifteen or sixteen, bold and reckless, rebellious and extreme, ignoring the rule-filled world crafted by adults, growing up in it with obstinacy, stumbling all the way.
Would a slap tame him?
No, it wouldn't.
Apart from making him more stubborn in his choices, it's of no use.
Old Master Summers lowered his hand, his heart mixed with feelings; what he once admired most about him—this defiance—is now what troubles him the most.
He sat down powerlessly, and said in a deep voice, "Jasmine Blanc from the Blanc Family just got married not long ago. Do you know where she got married?"
Clyde Summers frowned: "I only know she married out of town."
