Just as he was about to sip, Nathan’sposed yet harsh words reached him.


    “After all, the training isn’t over yet.


    How can you keep up without drinking some water?”


    Crack!


    Mekhi’s hand trembled as the teacup fell and shattered on the wooden floor.


    Tea sttered everywhere.


    He stared nkly at the tea, which he did not even get to drink.


    Then he turned to Nathan and said in a low and hoarse voice, “Sir, I’ll pay for the cup…”


    Nathan remained cold.


    “Of course, you’ll pay for it.


    I offered you tea, but you don’t seem grateful.


    ”


    “It’s not like that, sir…”


    Nathan cut him off.


    “Well, it looks like you’re not that tired.


    If you won’t drink tea, let’s continue training.


    ”


    Mekhi was stunned.


    Despite Mekhi’s frustration, Nathan remained impassive.


    “Go to the wall and stand on your head for twenty minutes.Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    ”


    Standing on his head?


    Mekhi was nearly at his limit.


    Five minutes might be a stretch, let alone twenty.


    “Sir, can you…”


    “Thirty minutes then.


    Do it immediately.


    ” While Nathan spoke, he set the timer and ced it on the desk.


    Mekhi was speechless.


    He took a deep breath without moving an inch, his jaw clenched.


    Nathan raised his head and coldly stated, “Defy me again? Speak one more word, or dy by a minute, and you’ll be upside down for forty minutes.


    ”


    The unrelenting torment and stress nearly pushed Mekhi to the brink of insanity.


    He tightly clenched and then released his fists, attempting to control the surge of anger within him.


    His patience was wearing thin.