"Oh, for crying out loud..."

Loid groaned, vigorously rubbing his hands over his face. Adopting you was supposed to be the ticket to infiltrating that blasted school, but how on earth could you help if you couldn't nail the practice questions? Frustration was reaching its peak, and Loid was on the verge of throwing in the towel.

"This is a disaster..." And way beyond his pay grade.

Shifting his gaze to you, his expression hardened. "Come on, kid, it's not rocket science." He pointed sternly at the question, his voice now icy. "Give it another shot. I've explained it five times already."

Your attempt fell short, and Loid massaged his temples, sensing a headache coming on. His frustration escalated.

"I swear, kid, if you can't pull this off, I might as well send you back to the orphanage and find a kid with some brains! You're just not cutting it!" He erupted, frustration boiling over. The instant regret hit him as he saw the impact of his words on your face.