Just as he was about to sip, Nathanâs composed yet harsh words reached him.
âAfter all, the training isnât over yet.
How can you keep up without drinking some water?â
Crack!
Mekhiâs hand trembled as the teacup fell and shattered on the wooden floor.
Tea splattered everywhere.
He stared blankly at the tea, which he did not even get to drink.
Then he turned to Nathan and said in a low and hoarse voice, âSir, Iâll pay for the cupâ¦â
Nathan remained cold.
âOf course, youâll pay for it.
I offered you tea, but you donât seem grateful.
â
âItâs not like that, sirâ¦â
Nathan cut him off.
âWell, it looks like youâre not that tired.
If you wonât drink tea, letâs continue training.
â
Mekhi was stunned.
Despite Mekhiâs frustration, Nathan remained impassive.
âGo to the wall and stand on your head for twenty minutes.
â
Standing on his head?
Mekhi was nearly at his limit.
Five minutes might be a stretch, let alone twenty.
âSir, can youâ¦â
âThirty minutes then.
Do it immediately.
â While Nathan spoke, he set the timer and placed 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, âDefy me again? Speak one more word, or delay by a minute, and youâll be upside down for forty minutes.
â
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.