"What have you been doing with the kids? The teachers say they haven't mastered any of the necessary skills. They're practically saying they need to have their intelligence checked. Didn't you swear that this school was great, and the kids were doing well?"
They lost their mother when they were young and their father didn't care about them.
Emma, who barely had any education herself, had done the best she could.
Hanging up, Martin's gaze fell on me.
"What are you doing all day? You don't manage anything around the house. Weren't you a graduate of this school? The headmaster is an old friend of your father. Go talk to him and let him know we're willing to invest in the school."
In my previous life, I had indeed swallowed my pride and approached the headmaster with an offer from the Green family to donate a new gymnasium.
The headmaster was insulted, feeling that I had demeaned the institution's values, and never spoke to me again.
Martin, of course, blamed me for the failed negotiations, hurling money at my face when I returned, forcing me to pick up each bill on my knees.
