Chapter 84

(Rylee's POV)

"Rylee! Noah! it's time to eat!" Emily called out as she stood at the table wearing an apron. She had one hand on her waist and a spatula in the other.

"Got it!" I replied, patting Noah's head. "Come on, let's go wash our hands."

"Okay!" Noah nodded happily and ran off to do so.

Noah was Emily's son, who was seven years old this year. He was currently my student. It's been two weeks since Bruce helped me rent a small house in this town and got me a job as a tutor.

Usually, when I give children lessons in their homes, their parents occasionally prepare lunch as thanks.

Emily was a single mother whose husband had died in the war, leaving her to raise her children alone. The good thing was that she was optimistic and strong and could survive independently.

When I saw her, I was somehow relieved.

Love wasn't the only important thing in a person's life, as there were many other things to look forward to. There was no need for me to be limited in the world because of Lionel's