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"Bill! How could you do this to a poor girl? You've already driven away so many tutors. You should know Mr. Jones won't stop here. If you push one away, he'll just find another. You have to graduate from Kingston University. Both your father and mother were graduates, after all." Paul's reprimand cut sharply.
"Hah! So just because he graduated from Kingston University, I have to as well? I have to follow every single one of his plans and obey his every demand?" Bill's fury boiled over, consuming any fleeting guilt he had felt.
"Bill, he's your father!" As the butler, Paul could only try to mediate.
"Father? Has he ever acted like one? To him, I'm just an object, a tool. He looks at me when it suits him and places me where he needs me. He doesn't love me—he doesn't even see me as
