As the rich young master clumsily fumbled with tools under Melissa's watchful gaze—mismatching pipes, bending metal he shouldn't touch—Kyle calmly walked away with the servant.
He didn't need to see more.
The boy clearly had no grasp on even the basics. Every moment only exposed him further.
The servant, however, kept glancing over his shoulder, his gait uncertain. He tried to keep his steps even, but Kyle's sharp senses didn't miss the tension in his frame.
"Is something wrong?"
Kyle asked, his tone calm but carrying weight.
The servant flinched slightly, as if unprepared to be addressed so directly.
"N-No, Young Master. Everything is fine," he replied, almost instinctively.
Kyle didn't respond immediately—he just kept walking in silence. That silence made the servant more anxious.
Finally, unable to bear the pressure, he sighed and bowed his head slightly.
