I Am the Tutor of Count’s Daughter - CH 11

“The girl has grown up too. She  has grown in a span.”

“span?”

When was the last time you saw your daughter, Kerner remembered the last meal he had with Amber.

Was it last winter?

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Amber since it’s the season when spring flowers bloom on the branches.

“please resolve the accumulation of courtesans. Would you like to become a monk? If you don’t like women,  Shall I find a male prostitute ?”

There was sadness in Paul’s voice.

Do you have no sex drive now? Perhaps the trauma of his cheating wife made him hate them , Kerner asks.

He became increasingly indifferent to even basic needs. At the age of only 30 years old, full of sexual desire.

“I’ll take care of my sexuality, you

Make your wife happy. Don’t look like me.” Kerner’s lips twisted as if laughing at himself.

Paul’s heart throbbed when Kerner made a disillusioned expression on him, even though he usually scolded him for being an ungrateful boss.

It was his cheating wife and half-brother who was at fault. But because of his perfectionism and high self-esteem personality, Kerner often mutilated himself.

He says he’s not good enough for his wife . So Kerner covered their work And, few people knew about it. One of them was Paul.

They died, but it was often thought that death was not a sufficient punishment for sin.

Instead of those who had to live to pay the price, the living victims were rather trapped in the abyss of pain and could not get out. The poorest of them was young Amber.

“Isn’t the girl at fault? She is the only daughter. Don’t be too hard on her.”

Amber was not only the daughter of the dead countess, but also his daughter.

That’s how much Amber resembles her father, Kerner.

Years pass by like this

When Amber came of age, the relationship between the two was irreversible. Paul was terrified that Kerner would lose his daughter as well.

“Stop, I don’t want to hear that.” Paul kept his mouth shut at the sound of a cold voice that seemed to freeze the surroundings.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the secret to Paul’s success as Kerner’s aide so far was knowing exactly when to speak and when to stop.

Paul quickly turned to the safe subject.

“Yeah, the doctor said that. “The more you delay rehabilitation, the harder it will be to walk.”

“Why does he have to say that to you when he doesn’t say anything in front of me?”

“Am I being insulted?”