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Chapter 136 Chapter 136: "'What do you mean?" Milford scratched his head, puzzled by Bryan's question.

Bryan set down the sandwiches and grabbed a bottle of milk from the fridge, motioning toward the bar counter behind Milford. "Grab two glasses,” he instructed.

Milford turned, retrieved two glasses from the counter, and observed as Bryan poured milk into them, a flicker of realization dancing across his face.

He said, "You are going to tellshe's skind of genius tutor and that I should gladly start taking tutoring sessions from her, right? Not a chance! Studying is not my thing." In the dining room, Milford and Bryan's interaction seemed peaceful on the surface, yet there lingered an undercurrent of pressure, emanating from Bryan.

Considering Bryan had been taking care of him, Milford got a little flustered about the harsh words he had just said.

However, Bryan did not find Milford's words harsh at all.

After finishing pouring the milk, Bryan resumed his seat, taking a leisurely sip.

"I didn't say that; I was merely curious about your opinion of her. If you don't like her, I can arrange for a different tutor," Bryan said casually.

Eileen wasn't the first tutor Bryan had hired for Milford; he had already gone through a slew of them in an attempt to set Milford on the right path.

Milford reflected on his past encounters with tutors, each attempting to impart wisdom and persuade him to study.

Yet, they had all eventually given up, citing his stubbornness to Bryan upon departure.

Updated stories galMilford felt Eileen was different from them.

He said, "No need for that. Too much hassle switching tutors. I won't study anyway." To his surprise, Bryan simply continued eating, seemingly unfazed by his declaration.

Once he finished his sandwich, Bryan wiped his mouth and raised an eyebrow at Milford. "Then continue butting heads with Eileen. If you can't wear her down, maybe it's tyou consider hitting the books. And if you manage to convince her to give up, I'll handle your sister for you." Milford's eyes widened at the unexpected offer. Was Bryan really giving him free rein? "'Bryan, are you serious about this?" Milford asked.

Bryan met Milford's gaze with a solemn expression. “'Do I look like I'm joking?" "'Alright, deal. So, if I manage to pull it off, you'll letoff the hook for good?" Milford sought confirmation.

Bryan pondered for a moment before responding, "I promise not to cafter you myself, but I can't guarantee your sister will do the same." "'She can't reachwithout your help." Milford grinned, popping the remainder of his sandwich into his mouth and giving Bryan a thumbs-up.

In high spirits, he cleared his plate and darted upstairs, already plotting his strategy to make Eileen give up. Meanwhile, Eileen mulled over strategies to change Milford. She suddenly thought of Adalina.

She later arrived at Denzel's hfor tutoring. While Denzel stayed at home, his wife went out to play cards with her friends as usual.

"Miss Curtis, my apologies for my wife's earlier behavior. She's easily misled. Once she understood, she went back to her card games. Please overlook her actions," Denzel apologized to Eileen on his wife's behalf.

Eileen smiled warmly. “Mr. Vance, your wife's skepticism only shows her concern as a mother. I don't mind." "You're certainly a dedicated tutor, Miss Curtis. I assthere's a reason behind your unique approach with Milford," Denzel said.

After ssmall talk, Eileen went upstairs.

The second floor of the house was not very spacious, but the decor was exquisite.

The second-floor rooms were designated for Adalina's piano practice, studies, dance practice, and sleeping.

At the age of fifteen, Adalina was a graceful girl with a slender figure and attractive features.

As she was learning too many skills at the stime, she was running on fumes before she knew it. As a result, she failed to keep up with her schoolwork.

Denzel had hired Eileen to tutor her for that reason.

Adalina had prepared all the necessary materials and was patiently waiting for Eileen's arrival for tutoring.

"Let's get started. Have you reviewed the materials I left with your mother last time?" Eileen asked, sitting down.

She then began by providing instructions on Adalina's homework. An hour had passed before they took a brief break, during which Eileen seized the opportunity to ask Adalina about Milford.

"I heard you and Milford used to be classmates. Is that true?" Eileen asked Adalina.

"We've known each other since primary school. We used to live in the sneighborhood until my family moved. After that, we only saw each other at school," Adalina replied.

"Can you share anything about him?" Eileen asked, placing a fruit platter Denzel had prepared on the table.

Adalina's gaze grew sad talking about Milford, but she obliged, "Sure. We've been neighbors since childhood. My mother always warnedto stay away from him, claiming his family was too focused on money." Adalina's words offered Eileen insight into Milford's background.

Milford's sister had been adopted by a wealthy family shortly after Milford's birth. It was rumored that the wealthy family had given a significant amount of money to the Murrays. Unfortunately, Milford's parents had recklessly spent the money without taking care of their family.

Milford had been raised by his grandmother in modest surroundings. While his parents lived lavishly, he and his grandmother led a frugal life.

Initially, Milford had excelled academically and obeyed his grandmother dutifully. However, her passing had left him withdrawn.

Milford had endured bullying at school, with his indifferent parents turning a blind eye to his struggles. Adalina and another peer lived in the sneighborhood as Milford. They could always hear Milford's parents fighting at home.

They argued day in and day out, but then, out of the blue, the squabbling ceased.

They started swapping pleasantries with the neighbors, chatting about their daughter occasionally.

It was as if their life had gone back on track, but just as they settled into this newfound tranquility, tragedy struck-both of them met their demise, leaving Milford to fend for himself.

With no one to keep an eye on him, Milford spiraled into trouble, eventually dropping out of school. Adalina only managed to spot him among the riffraff loitering in the alleys near their school after that.

When Eileen heard of Milford's parents' deaths, a chill ran down her spine.

Gazing into the darkness outside, she swallowed hard. "Now I get it. His life has been difficult. Let's continue our lesson now." "Okay," Adalina replied.

Another hour slipped by. After wrapping up the tutoring session, Eileen summarized the key points of the night for Adalina and began packing up.

"Miss Curtis?" Adalina suddenly looked up. "Milford used to excel in his studies. He was way ahead of me. You'll help him, won't you?" Her eyes were earnest as they met Eileen's.

Eileen put the materials into her bag and then patted Adalina's head. "Absolutely. You two used to be close, right?" "We used to walk htogether," Adalina blushed and lowered her head, lost in thought.

Eileen didn't notice Adalina's demeanor; her mind was set on helping Milford turn his life around.

Back at home, sleep eluded Eileen. She retrieved the cracked bead with the red string from her bag.

The bead, once smooth, now bore scars. Yet, it still had sof its former splendor. Eileen washed the red string and dried it with a hairdryer.

She then used adhesive to repair the bead and strung it.

In a few seconds, the bead was one piece, returning to its former glory.

With a smile, Eileen put it back into her bag, then busied herself preparing materials for Milford's next tutoring session.

Even though she knew she might never use them, she insisted on bringing the necessary materials with her every time.

Friday morning arrived.

Exiting the education agency's meeting room, Eileen spotted Emmett at the door, wearing a hesitant expression.

When Eileen approached, Emmett scratched his head. “Miss Curtis, could you doa favor?" he asked.

"Sure thing," Eileen slowed her pace.

"My mom wants to add you on WhatsApp," Emmett said.

"What?" Eileen was taken aback.

Pausing, she looked at Emmett in surprise.

Emmett explained, "Please don't misunderstand. I just graduated and started here. My mom's worried. She cby just now to talk to you but had to leave because of an urgent matter." It seemed Emmett's mom wanted assurance that Emmett was in good hands.

Eileen nodded understandingly. "Alright, let her addon WhatsApp." "Thank you!" Emmett quickly whipped out his phone.

Within moments, Eileen received a friend request and accepted it.

"Hi, I'm Emmett's mother. Sorry to bother you." Emmett's mother wasted no tin reaching out. Before Eileen could respond, Emmett's mother sent another message.

"You are his boss, right? Emmett speaks highly of you. Please look after him!" Her directness brought a smile to Eileen's face.

"Mrs. Bryant, don't worry. I'll take good care of Emmett,” Eileen replied.

After spleasantries, Emmett's mother suggested dinner with Eileen, which Eileen politely declined.

Assuring Emmett's mother once more, Eileen ended the chat.

Cevening, Eileen arrived at Pianoforte Villas.

Raymond greeted her at the door.

Inside, the villa gleamed with lights, a handful of figures occupying the living room.

Milford, sporting a gloomy look, lounged on the sofa, arms crossed.

Bryan stood by the French window, a cigarette between his fingers.

Smoke escaped through his thin lips as he narrowed his eyes.

Apart from them, there was a woman m in her forties, seated on the sofa. She had taken good care of herself and appeared younger than her age. She was adorned with multiple jewels and had styled her hair in an elegant bun. Her gaze fell on Eileen. "Are you Milford's tutor?" she asked.

"Yes," Eileen said with a smile, nodding to the woman.

Their exchange was brief, but it left Eileen feeling a tad awkward.

Unsure of the woman's identity, Eileen refrained from probing further. Raymond, sensing her discomfort, said, "This is Mrs. Deleon." Raymond offered no further details.

Eileen nodded and greeted Mrs. Deleon, "Good evening." "Good evening. What's your name?" asked Mrs. Deleon.

By the French window, Bryan frowned slightly as he stubbed out his cigarette.

"Eileen Curtis," Eileen replied.

"Take Milford upstairs for tutoring," Bryan instructed.

"Okay." Eileen turned to Milford, who promptly rose and headed upstairs.

As Eileen ascended the stairs, she caught snippets of Mrs. Deleon m bidding farewell, followed by the En sound of the door closing. Exiting the villa, Mrs. Deleon hopped into a luxurious car and dialed a number.

"Ryan, I got it! Eileen Curtis is the one tutoring Milford. Don't worry; I'll handle it!" she said.