When Freya's gaze met Preston's, she hesitated, her previous determination to leave momentarily faltering.
"Where are you off to?" Preston asked, his tone indifferent.
"Kieran's looking for me. I have to go home for a bit," Freya replied.
Hearing that, Preston pressed, "And what about your writing? Are you still practicing?"
"Um... Yes, but..."
"Practice isn't something you do sporadically. If Kieran's calling you back every day, does that mean you'll leave every day?"
Freya fell silent under Preston's reprimand, not daring to speak up.
Preston added coldly, "You're free to go, of course. But if you do, don't bother returning to me for writing lessons."
At this, his tone turned icy, leaving Freya with no doubt about how serious he was. She had produced an essay with her left hand just the night before, and abandoning her progress was not an option.
Overhearing the commotion upstairs, Neil came down to investigate. Seeing both silent, he asked, "What's going on here?"
"I... I wanted to head back for a bit, but Mr. Tyler isn't keen on the idea," Freya explained, cautiously watching Preston's reaction.
Preston remained impassive, which Neil quickly picked up on. "Is it Kieran calling you back?"
Freya nodded. "Yes."
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