"I want…." Melvin wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed the thought back in frustration.
"Well, it doesn't matter what I want. Daddy won't agree anyway," He added. He was sure that Jerry wouldn't.
What Melvin wanted, in Jerry's eyes, was not doing his job correctly, and if he talked too much, he might be beaten. That was what Melvin was afraid of.
As a bystander, the chauffeur could only sigh and whisper, "Young master, Mr. Felton has high hopes for you, so it's hard not to be strict. Don't take it to heart. Father's love is often not so expressive, so you must see what he does."
Melvin pouted and turned to look at the scenery outside the window.
Jerry did a lot. For example, he supervised his study and corrected his Mathematical Olympiad papers in person. If he did not do well, he would be punished.