"Sierra, Azriel, aren't you going to apologize to Mr. Sullen?" Malcolm asked as he looked at his two young disciples.
Upon hearing that, a red-faced Sierra hastily went up to Jacob. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Sullen. I misunderstood you earlier…"
"Don't worry about it, Ms. Leitner. Anyone would've reacted strongly under those circumstances," Jacob said smilingly.
Azriel, on the other hand, stood rooted to the spot.
"What's the matter with you, Azriel?" Malcolm chided, his brow knitted into a frown.
Alas, the young man gritted his teeth and ran away, still refusing to apologize. "Gosh. This child has too much pride…"
Malcolm muttered with a sigh. "Please don't mind him, Jacob. It's my fault for having spoiled my disciples."
Jacob curled his lips into a smile. "Not at all!"
