ap·a·thet·ic
/ˌapəˈTHedik/
adjective
showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern.
Similar: uninterested or indifferent
(Y/n) is a apathetic boy in gracefield house. He's 10 years old and one of the top scorers in the house. He keeps to h...
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3RD POV
"So, how has living here been?" Isabella asked Krone.
"Oh, this is a wonderful House. All the children are smart and well-behaved." Krone answered her. A bead of sweat was coming down her face as she talked. Mostly because of nervousness.
"I see. Lately, you've been following instructions and being well-behaved as well." Isabella said as her head was down not looking at Krone and her eyes were closed.
Krone stiffened up as she replied to Isabella. "Yes."
Isabella opened her eyes and looked up at Krone. "You try to get along with the children, and play tag with all your strength. I was worried because you were a tomboy, but it looks like you're fine." Isabella confessed. Krone furrowed her eyebrows hearing that.
"You are insurance. Insurance that I called for, just in case, to make sure the products are protected. So you don't need to know which one knows the secret, and just pretend to be obedient, work hard, and laugh that you've grasped some sort of weakness over me." Isabella said.
"I wouldn't think of..." Krone starts but didn't finish as Isabella continued.
"You have nothing else to do than be my pawn, right?" Isabella then stood up from her desk. "If you behave..." Isabella started but paused as she went around her rest and stopped in front of Krone. "I'll make sure that you become a Mother. I promise." Isabella said.
Krone only looked down at her with hate in her eyes as she sweats. That's the only thing she could do it's not like she could do anything. Suddenly Isabella places one of her hands on Krone's cheek. "You're a smart girl. Don't make any more mistakes from now on." Isabella said to her.
Krone left the room and quietly made her way back to her room.
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It was now okay time but the three oldest were doing chores since it was their turn. "Emma," Norman called out to the girl who was holding a basket. She looked up at her white-haired friend. "Starting today, let's play tag in teams." He suggested.
