NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 286 286: You Are Getting More Demanding...

Rebecca's crying gradually subsided after some time, though her tears continued to flow freely down her face.

"What exactly went wrong?" Oliver inquired once Rebecca had composed herself somewhat.

With a heavy breath, she ushered them into the apartment.

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

As they got comfortable in their chairs, Oliver bent forward and repeated, "So, what really occurred?"

Rebecca parted her lips to respond but hesitated in the middle.

"Don't fret... No matter the issue weighing on you, I'll handle it for sure. Just share it with me." Oliver said gently, aiming to comfort her.

This eased Rebecca somewhat, prompting her to disclose her troubles.

"My dad's seriously sick..." she confessed, her words breaking as fresh tears welled up in her eyes. "Mom's salary alone can't cover his medical bills... That's why I had to quit school and find a job to help support them."

Oliver wasn't surprised by this. Given her character and commitment to learning, nothing short of this would have made her quit.

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

"I offered to assist her too. But she's incredibly headstrong. She turned down my support and claimed she'd manage it all on her own."

Rebecca denied it with a shake of her head. "No, Ms. Dawson. I appreciate your intentions, but I can't burden you when it might affect your finances... Dad's condition requires ongoing care, not just a couple of sessions."

Her gaze dropped, and she balled her hand into a fist while her eyes misted over anew.

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

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 wriggled to escape his hold, but his grip proved too strong, so she ceased fighting and began to soften against him.

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

After regaining her breath, she gazed into Oliver's eyes, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Your issue isn't as grave as it seems..." Oliver started, stroking her cheeks softly. "If I covered your father's care, couldn't you resume your education like nothing happened?"

At the mention of funding the treatment, Rebecca shook her head once more.

"You don't get it..." she responded, with tears spilling from her eyes again.

Oliver persisted without backing down.

"I realize certain diseases are expensive... yet I'm confident my wealth can handle your dad's bills without any real impact," he elaborated, brushing away the tears from her cheeks. "Plus, view it as an investment—I support you now, and you repay me down the line once you're thriving..."

Rebecca fixed her eyes on him for a spell, weighing his words.

It required a moment for her to grasp that her aspirations were within reach again, courtesy of this attractive guy before her.

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

"Are you certain...?" Rebecca questioned, still sniffling. "This isn't something to tease about..."

"Absolutely." Oliver affirmed, his fingers still tracing her cheeks. "Believe me. I can sort this out for you effortlessly."

The smile on his face convinced her, and Rebecca nodded at last, agreeing to his proposal.

"Okay... I'll repay every bit of your help ten times over. That's my vow..."

Rebecca answered, then embraced Oliver once more.

"Sure, sure. With this resolved, how about we mark our graduation?" Oliver suggested, rubbing her back soothingly.

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

"That went smoothly..." Oliver remarked once Rebecca had left.

Emma arched her brows skeptically at his words.

"Smoothly? You must have endless funds to throw around without any money worries," Emma remarked, folding her arms across her chest. "Perhaps you should consider making me your mistress as well... I'll ensure every second together justifies your spending."

Oliver grinned at Emma's idea.

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

"That works for me." Oliver replied with a grin, sliding his arm around Emma's waist and drawing her near.

Then, he inclined toward her ear and murmured, "But you'll need to quit trading your body for favors from the principal and other guys. If not, you won't be able to take my funds or my attentions."

Emma's eyes sharpened, and she smiled slyly. "You're turning demanding... alright, I'll save my body just for you starting now."

With those words, she leaned in and claimed Oliver's lips in a fervent kiss, which he met with matching passion.

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

Yet, just as she neared it, Oliver ended the kiss and seized her wrist.

"Hold off. We'll save that for another time..." Oliver chuckled and gave Emma a playful wink before withdrawing and releasing her.