In my previous life, I had chosen an elite institution for them, costing tens of thousands of dollars annually.
Thanks to a year of my careful guidance, the school made an exception and accepted them due to their achievements in horseback riding.
Once enrolled, however, they constantly lagged behind academically.
Martin would blame me for choosing a poor school, claiming it ruined his children's future and wasted money on the most expensive school.
Little did he know, if not for my connections, the headmaster would never have allowed them in.
It was a coveted school, with many people clamoring for a spot.
Yet, they saw it as a slight, only harboring more resentment.
I suppressed the urge to mention the school and instead pretended to be deep in thought.
"I'm not sure. Maybe we should ask Miss Jones for her opinion."
Martin gave me a suspicious glance before turning and leaving the house.
The next morning, after a night away, Martin returned, having chosen the same school from my past life.
This time, it was Emma who had pulled some strings.
Martin came back reeking of her perfume, his shirt stained with the lipstick Emma liked to wear.
The strong fragrance on his body made me cough.