Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 2103

Later that night.

The sound of crickets drifted in through the window, and Callum stood with his little hands clasped behind his back, his posture straight as he faced Nathaniel's desk in the study.

His head was bowed, but his eyes kept sneaking glances out the window at the chirping crickets.

Nathaniel slowly lifted his gaze, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the desk to draw Callum's attention back to him.

"Focus."

Callum blinked, a bit embarrassed, and softly said, "Oh."

Within minutes, he could feel the tension in the room building.

Nathaniel's expression was growing darker, his brows slightly furrowed, and the air around him felt heavy—a clear sign that his patience was wearing thin.

Callum gulped, feeling even more nervous.

"Why did you only finish half of the math problems?"

"Because… Because…"

He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, his long lashes fluttering nervously.

It was clear that he was feeling guilty.

Nathaniel glanced at him and said, "If you can't come up with an excuse, just tell the truth."

Excuses would only worsen things, so it was better to be honest.

Callum decided to give up on trying to cover it up and admitted, "I didn't feel like it, so I didn't do it."

He kept his head down, staring at his toes.

His voice was barely above a whisper as he added, "It doesn't matter how hard I try, you're never satisfied anyway. It's not like I'm as important to you as Ms. Sullivan…"

Nathaniel's frown deepened. "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, just whining. You wouldn't understand, so don't worry about it."

Nathaniel chuckled. "When have I ever not kept my word? And besides, do I really need to explain adult matters to you? Even if I did, would you even understand?"

Callum was getting more upset. "How would you know I wouldn't understand if you didn't explain it to me!"

He could feel the tears welling up, not because he was sad, but out of sheer frustration.

Nathaniel stared down at him, unimpressed. "Aren't you a clever one? When did you learn to avoid the issue and try to change the topic?"

"I'm not changing the topic!" Callum shouted as he clenched his fists in anger.

Fed up, he stomped over to the couch and flopped onto it.

"Whatever! You think I'm wrong anyway! Fine! I choose the couch. Go ahead!"

He kept telling himself he was not scared, that it would not hurt, but deep down, he was terrified. Nathaniel could be really strict when he wanted to be.

Callum grabbed the couch cushion, his little legs kicking anxiously, looking like a fish out of water.