Lord Preston's Secret Tutor (47 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 152

Yorkshire was, as Jacqueline had said, a quiet countryside village. Yet, at certain times of the year, it transformed into a rural village busier than any city.

Yorkshire Boarding School was one of the most prestigious private institutions in the kingdom, renowned for its history and tradition. Not every noble family could secure admission for their child.

Students had to take an entrance exam and achieve outstanding results, followed by sequential interviews with both parents and the student.

The faculty at Yorkshire Boarding School took immense pride in their institution and were famously strict. They were known for asking sharp, incisive questions during interviews—even if royalty came to be interviewed, they never sugarcoated their words.

This very atmosphere further solidified the school’s esteemed reputation. It was a school one couldn’t enter through family influence alone, nor through individual talent alone.

Only those who met both criteria could pass through its needle-thin entrance.

Once admitted, they would live together in the same place for a full twelve years. These children were all heirs from influential families destined to shoulder the kingdom’s future.

Their sense of belonging was strong, and their networks spanned the entire kingdom. And these connections would become each other’s greatest asset in the years to come.

Thus, gaining admission to Yorkshire Boarding School could fairly be described as starting life from a different starting line. But still.

“No matter how I think about it, this just doesn’t make sense.”

At Jacqueline’s protest, Windsor, who had been sipping tea, cast a questioning glance her way. She met his eyes with a defiant glare, as if she simply couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Benjamin is only six years old. Next year, he’ll barely be seven.”

Windsor silently stared back at her. Of course he knew Benjamin’s age—she surely wasn’t bringing it up just to inform him of something obvious.

He furrowed his brow, trying to decipher her true intent, but once again failed. Conversations with her were always like popcorn—impossible to predict where they’d pop next.

At that moment, Jacqueline’s shoulders slumped. The fire that had burned bright in her eyes just moments ago vanished instantly, replaced by a weary sigh.

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