Chapter 833: Chapter 833

Chapter 833:

Dalores took Emerson from the servant’s arms and asked the servant to assist in the kitchen. She sat down with Eileen, their voices hushed.

“Honestly, you’re the only person I contact with this phone. Kinsey wasn’t too happy just now, so who knows if I’ll even be able to keep it?” A bitter smile tugged at Dalores’s lips. Without money, she was trapped under Kinsey’s thumb.

Though Eileen was her willing ally, Dalores hesitated to trouble her further.

With Emerson still so young, getting a job seemed impossible for at least three years. She wouldn’t be able to pay Eileen back if she borrowed money from her.

Challenges piled up, blocking every path forward. Dalores resigned herself to taking each day as it came, walking a precarious line beside Kinsey.

Sensing her friend’s turmoil, Eileen said, “Have you talked with Bailee recently? The educational institution needs two online teachers. Would you be interested?”

Dalores perked up at the mention of Bailee’s renowned institution. Its teachers were well-compensated, with some earning hundreds of thousands annually.

Despite her lack of experience, Dalores’s high level of education made her a promising candidate. The prospect of recording lessons while Emerson slept presented a challenge, but it also offered a glimmer of hope. She would have a job and, more importantly, a source of income.

Dalores’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Is that really possible? But I don’t have anything prepared here. Should I be interviewed first? I’d hate to be a burden.”

Eileen leaned forward, her voice reassuring. “With your qualifications, it’s absolutely doable if you put in the effort.” She paused before adding, “The institution offers support slots. Once you sign the contract, they provide a laptop and all the necessary materials. You just need to dedicate your time and energy.”

gαℓησν𝒆ℓs․com is your story source This support program had been Eileen’s brainchild, initially designed to help college students from underprivileged backgrounds. Given Dalores’s current situation, it fit the criteria perfectly.

Hearing this, Dalores was thrilled. “Really? That’s amazing! Please, help me apply for a spot.”

They hadn’t chatted for long when Bryan arrived. Kinsey, now in casual attire, descended the stairs to chat with Bryan in the living room. Meanwhile, Eileen and Dalores entertained the children on the balcony.

Half an hour later, dinner was served. Eileen’s stomach growled with hunger.

Kinsey, focused entirely on Bryan, opted for a seat opposite him rather than at the head of the table. The finest dishes were placed between the two men, while Eileen and Dalores, seated to the side, had only a few plates of vegetables before them.

“Mr. Dawson, these are just simple home-cooked meals. I hope you don’t mind,” Kinsey said politely.

Bryan’s voice was cool. “Home-cooked meals that took over an hour to prepare? It seems your dinner invitation is more of a formality, not sincere at all.”

Eileen had just reached for her fork when she heard Bryan’s sharp remark. She knew Bryan had been feeling protective lately, seizing any opportunity to reprimand the Vazquez family for their treatment of her.

He had grown to dislike them all, using every opportunity to put them in their place, turning minor issues into major grievances and leaving them humiliated.

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