Chapter 588

When Brandon ignored her, Camilla glanced at Mayra with a resigned smile. "He only listens to you." Mayra turned and met Brandon's eyes. In the next instant, he set his Gameboy down and stood from the couch even though he hadn't completed the round. Camilla watched as Brandon walked over and glanced at Mayra with a knowing smile. Brandon sat down next to Mayra, and the maid immediately set his cutlery on the table. Mayra was fed a lot of food, and Camilla only let her go when she couldn't take anymore. She returned to the room Camilla had prepared for her. Mayra rarely returned and would only come over once a week. It was snowing outside. Feeling warm, she took off her jacket and sat down by her table to work on her homework. Brandon sat next to her while playing video games. In the end, he tossed the Gameboy away in frustration and stared at Marya, who hadn't spoken for over three hours. Despite the fact that Mayra had joined the Sawyer family, nothing had changed about their relationship. Just like when they were at school, Mayra never took the initiative to speak to him. Seeing what she was like, he stood in frustration and dragged a chair over to make loud noises. Mayra cast a sidelong glance and didn't speak. "Just leave if you don't want to stay. You annoy me." Brandon kicked the chair down forcefully. Outside the room, the maid was listening in and whispered, "Mrs. Sawyer, Mr. Brandon won't hurt Ms. Sadler, right? What if he injures her?" "I know him," Camilla said. "He's just trying to get her attention. He won't hurt her. Go downstairs to make some warm dessert and serve it to them once they're done with homework." "Yes, Mrs. Sawyer." Brandon would often burst into a rage all of a sudden, and Mayra was indeed quite terrified the first time she encountered it. However, she later found that this was just his way of throwing a tantrum. He was almost six feet tall and about to become an adult, yet he acted like a five-year-old. A few words from her were enough to calm him down. "Set the chair up and do your homework. Ask me if you don't understand the questions." "Who do you think you are?" Mayra remained quiet. She ignored him for a few moments. Then, Brandon quietly picked the chair up before grabbing a random notebook from the side. He took a pen from her bag and started writing. "What homework are you working on?" She showed him the paper she was working on. "This is the homework assigned on Friday. Take a look." She glanced at his notebook and said, "Your notebook looks new." She assumed his fingerprints could hardly be found on the books. They were about to face their most important exam as they were in their third year of high school. Brandon's total scores for all six subjects couldn't even compare to Mayra's for a single subject. "If you really don't know what to do, just work on your homework." When Brandon noticed that he had to copy vocabulary, he gave up. "What is this? What good will copying do?"