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

Gradually, Rebecca's crying started to fade, though her tears continued flowing down her face.

Oliver waited until she had settled a little before asking, "Can you tell me what happened?"

With a deep inhale, she welcomed both of them into her home.

Inside the apartment, Rebecca poured drinks for her visitors prior to taking a seat next to Oliver.

They had barely gotten comfortable when Oliver leaned in again and pressed, "What exactly happened?"

Rebecca parted her lips to respond, only to pause halfway.

"Hey, don't worry... Whatever is troubling you, I'll make sure to solve it for you. So just tell me." Oliver said gently, aiming to ease her concerns.

His soothing words helped Rebecca unwind slightly, allowing her to share the issue weighing on her.

"My father is very ill..." she confessed, her voice breaking midway as fresh tears welled up in her eyes. "And my mother's job is not enough to sustain his treatments... So I have no choice but to stop my studies and work to support them."

Oliver wasn't surprised by this revelation. Given her strong character and commitment to her education, nothing short of a crisis like this would have made her quit.

Emma let out a sigh, already familiar with the details from before.

"I tried to help her out as well. But she's just too stubborn about things. She refused my help and insisted she would take care of everything herself."

Rebecca shook her head, not agreeing. "No, Ms. Dawson. I know that you want to help, but I cannot accept your kindness when it might put a strain on your income... my dad's illness isn't something that can be cured with just a few treatments."

Her gaze dropped as she balled her hand into a fist, her eyes growing damp once more.

Noticing she was on the verge of tears again, Oliver extended his hand and drew her onto his lap.

Without giving Rebecca a chance to protest, Oliver encircled her with his arms and pressed his lips to hers, catching both her and Emma off guard.

Initially, she pushed against his hold, but his grip proved too strong, so she gave in and began to soften against him.

Their kiss lingered for what felt like ages until Rebecca needed air.

Once she recovered her breath, she gazed into Oliver's eyes, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"You know, your problem isn't that serious..." Oliver murmured, his fingers gently stroking her cheeks. "If I were to pay for your father's treatment, wouldn't you be able to continue studying as before?"

At the mention of covering the costs, Rebecca shook her head once more.

"You don't understand..." she answered, fresh tears spilling from her eyes.

Oliver persisted without backing down.

"I know that some illnesses can cost a lot... but I am quite sure that with all the money I have, paying for your dad's treatment wouldn't put a dent in my accounts," he elaborated, brushing away the moisture from her skin. "Besides, you can think of it as an investment—I help you pay for it now, and you return the favor later when you become a successful person..."

Rebecca fixed her gaze on him for a long moment, absorbing his words.

It took her a while to grasp that her aspirations were within reach again, courtesy of this attractive young man before her.

Even so, she needed confirmation that it wasn't just a dream.

"Are you sure...?" Rebecca questioned, still sniffling. "You can't joke about this..."

"Yes." Oliver affirmed, his fingers still tracing her cheeks. "Trust me. I can make things work out for you without a problem."

The warmth in his smile finally convinced her, and Rebecca nodded in agreement.

"Alright... I'll make sure that I'll return everything you do for me tenfold. I promise..."

With that, she leaned in for another embrace with Oliver.

"Yes, yes. Now that everything is settled, why don't we celebrate our graduation?" Oliver suggested, rubbing her back in comfort.

Rebecca glanced at him briefly before silently rising from his lap and heading to the bedroom, likely to freshen up.

"Well, that was easy..." Oliver remarked once Rebecca had left.

Emma arched her brows skeptically at his words.

"Easy? It seems like you have a lot of money to spend around without feeling any financial problems," Emma remarked, folding her arms across her chest. "Maybe you can think about keeping me as your mistress too... I'll make sure that every moment we spend together will be worth your investment."

A sly grin spread across Oliver's face at her proposal.

He was well aware of how far this woman would go with the principal and others for cash, and with his wealth, acquiring a alluring teacher as a mistress seemed appealing.

"Sounds like a deal." Oliver responded with a grin, sliding his arm around Emma's waist and drawing her near.

Leaning in toward her ear, he murmured, "Though you might have to stop using your body to please the principal and other men. Otherwise, there will be no way you can accept my money and pleasure."

Emma's eyes sharpened, a smirk forming on her lips. "You are getting more demanding... fine, I will keep my body reserved for you from now on."

True to her word, she captured his lips in a fervent kiss, which he met with matching passion.

Their tongues danced and intertwined while Emma's hand trailed down his abdomen toward his arousal.

Yet, just as her fingers neared, he ended the kiss and seized her wrist.

"Not yet. Save that for later..." Oliver teased with a playful wink before releasing her and stepping back.