NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 280. You Are Getting More Demanding…

Gradually, Rebecca's crying started to fade, yet her tears continued to flow steadily along her face.

"Could you share what occurred?" Oliver inquired once Rebecca had composed herself somewhat.

She drew in a deep breath and ushered them into the apartment.

Upon entering the living space, Rebecca served beverages to her visitors prior to settling next to Oliver.

The moment they took their places, Oliver inclined toward her and repeated, "Precisely what took place?"

Rebecca parted her lips to respond yet halted in the middle.

"Hey, no need to fret... No matter what's weighing on you, I'll ensure it's resolved for you. Just speak up." Oliver said gently, aiming to comfort her.

This prompted Rebecca to ease slightly and disclose her concern.

"My dad is gravely sick..." she confessed, her voice breaking mid-sentence while tears welled up in her eyes' edges. "And my mom's employment can't cover his medical needs... Thus, I'm forced to halt my education and take a job to aid them."

Oliver anticipated as such. Given her character and commitment to learning, absent an issue like this, she wouldn't have quit.

Emma let out a sigh, already aware of the matter from before.

"I attempted to assist her too. Yet she's incredibly obstinate. She turned down my aid and claimed she'd manage alone."

Rebecca denied it with a shake of her head. "No, Ms. Dawson. I appreciate your intent to help, but I can't take your generosity if it burdens your finances... My father's condition requires more than a handful of sessions to heal."

Then she bowed her head and gripped her fist tightly as moisture returned to her gaze.

Noticing she neared tears once more, Oliver extended his hand and drew her onto his knee.

Ere Rebecca could utter another word, Oliver encircled her with his arms and pressed his lips to hers, startling both her and Emma.

Initially, she attempted to break loose from Oliver's hold, but realizing his grip was solid, she ceased her efforts and began to soften within his arms.

Their kiss lingered for quite a duration until Rebecca found herself short of air.

After regaining her breath, she gazed deeply into Oliver's eyes, appearing thoroughly embarrassed.

"You realize, your issue isn't overly grave..." Oliver started, gently stroking Rebecca's face. "Should I cover your father's care, couldn't you resume your schooling like previously?"

Hearing Oliver suggest funding the care, Rebecca shook her head once more.

"You misunderstand..." she answered while fresh tears cascaded from her eyes.

However, Oliver persisted without yielding; he pressed on with his reasoning.

"I understand certain ailments demand high costs... yet I'm confident that my wealth means covering your dad's therapy won't affect my funds at all," he elaborated as he brushed away the moisture from her cheeks. "Moreover, view it as backing—I'll support now, and you'll repay once you're accomplished..."

Rebecca fixed her eyes on him closely for an instant, absorbing the circumstances.

It required her considerable moments to embrace that her aspiration was restored to her grasp, courtesy of this attractive youth before her.

Nevertheless, she sought confirmation of its authenticity.

"Are you certain...?" Rebecca questioned, still sniffling. "This isn't a prank..."

"Yes." Oliver responded, continuing to trace Rebecca's face with his digits. "Believe me. I'll arrange everything smoothly for you."

Observing the grin on his features, Rebecca at last agreed with a nod, taking his proposal.

"Okay... I'll ensure I repay all your support manifold. I vow it..."

Rebecca answered prior to embracing Oliver anew.

"Yes, yes. With matters resolved, shall we mark our commencement?" Oliver suggested, soothingly rubbing Rebecca's back.

Rebecca regarded him briefly, then silently rose from his knee and headed to the sleeping quarters, likely to alter her attire.

"Well, that proved straightforward..." Oliver remarked once Rebecca departed.

Emma arched her brows skeptically upon hearing his words.

"Straightforward? You appear to possess ample funds to distribute freely without monetary woes," Emma observed, folding her arms across her bosom. "Perhaps consider retaining me as your paramour as well... I'll guarantee each instant together justifies your backing."

Oliver grinned at Emma's idea.

He recognized the extent this lady would go with the headmaster for cash, and with his abundance, acquiring an alluring educator as a lover seemed fitting.

"That settles it." Oliver replied smirkingly, encircling Emma's midsection with his limb and drawing her nearer.

Yet afterward, he bent toward her auditory organ and murmured, "However, you'll need to cease employing your form to gratify the headmaster and fellow males. Else, accepting my funds and delights becomes impossible."

Emma's gaze sharpened, and she grinned. "You're becoming increasingly particular... alright, I'll reserve my form solely for you henceforth."

Having declared that, she united her lips with Oliver's in a fervent kiss, which he reciprocated ardently.

Their lingual organs intertwined and danced as Emma trailed her palm along his abdomen, descending to his organ.

Yet prior to contact, he severed the kiss and seized her arm.

"Not now. Reserve it for afterward..." Oliver beamed and blinked at Emma while withdrawing and releasing her.