The sound of the vase breaking into pieces as you knocked down a table, feeling a stinging sensation on your leg, but you ignore it--your anger is what you only feel right at this moment. You were the definition of a spoiled brat--it was a given since you were the only heir of a business tycoon owner. No one would dare to lecture you, aside from your tutor.

"I did not give you permission to leave, sit down and pay attention." he said, sternly, while adjusting his glasses and holding a ruler.

Still, you stood up and tried to walk away. However, he held your arm and forced you to sit down. This naturally angers you, how dare he order you around? He is only your tutor, someone who works for you, someone that depends on your father's payroll. You feel humiliated, you threw some things on the ground, knocking over a table accidentally hitting a vase, which scratched you.

You didn't care--you were angry at this moment, but it shocks you when he knelt to the ground looking at your scratch. "Well, are you satisfied now? Let me see your scratch, it's such a waste if it leaves a scar on such a fair skin," he said, calmly, reaching his hand out to ask you to let him see your scratch.