RankNovelChapter 76:0n Saturday, Allison arrived at the Lloyd mansion, ready to begin her new job as a tutor.
As he took in his surroundings, he joked to Kellan: What a magnificent house you have, Mr.
Lloyd.
Honestly, any butler could have shownaround the house.
"I'm just a tutor, no need to roll out the red carpet for me.
" For an ordinary tutor, perhaps, Kellan replied, pausing before continuing.
But you are not ordinary at all.
Additionally, Lorna is shy around strangers.
My presence will help her feel more at ease.
Lorna Lloyd, the little princess of the Lloyd family, had her sculpture room right next to Kellan's bedroom.
The layout of the room said a lot about the tLorna dedicated to her craft.
The window opened onto a garden full of roses, where a swing swayed gently in the breeze.
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Every detail reflected a meticulous process of reflection.
As soon as Allison pushed open the door, she saw a little girl with a bow in her hair, crouched in the corner,
diligently working on a mold among an array of sculpting tools.
Lorna was so engrossed in her task that she didn't even notice.
"Is your niece on the spectrum?" Allison asked softly.
"No," Kellan replied, his expression momentarily somber.
Lorna is my younger brother's daughter.
He passed away, which caused psychological trauma.
Doctors diagnosed him with reactive autism.
At the mention of his brother's death, a flash of anger appeared on Kellan's face, quickly masked by stoic calm.
The change was brief, but Allison noticed it.
| understand, Allison said thoughtfully.
Allison knew that Kellan's brother had been a business prodigy, a tragic victim of the mob in Leswington.
It was a heartbreaking chapter in her family's history.
Children like Lorna, who had developed autism as a result of trauma, were often more sensitive than those born
with the condition.
Allison realized she had to proceed with caution.
He couldn't afford to activate any of Lorna's emotional barriers, or his pedagogical efforts could backfire.
You'll only have to con Saturdays and Sundays.
"I'll pay you eight thousand a month," Kellan said, apparently eager to avoid thinking about his brother's death.
She absentmindedly turned the ruby ring on her finger and gestured toward the room.
Please, Miss Clarke.
Eight thousand for just eight days a month Mr.
Lloyd, you certainly don't skimp, Allison joked, although the salary wasn't what worried her most.
Kellan, however, looked at her seriously.
You were Mr.
Welsh's teacher, and even your sculpture lessons are priceless.
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You certainly deserve this rate.
Unlike Colton, who often doubted her, Kellan, although cautious and skeptical, was quick to trust once he
recognized someone's worth.
Not only did she have faith in Allison's ability to teach Lorna, but she also held her in high esteem, as reflected in
her generous pay.
Don't worry, I'll teach her well, Allison responded with a shake of her head, her gaze he drifted toward the silent
girl in the corner.
She approached Lorna slowly, crouching next to her and silently observing the piece of pottery in Lorna's small
hands.
When Allison felt that Lorna was comfortable with her presence, she reached for a nearby pottery utensil, picked
up a small piece of clay, and He began to work on it.
Kellan watched them silently from his wheelchair.
Sunlight streamed into the room, bringing with it the faint fragrance of the blooming roses in the garden.
The atmosphere was calm, filling the space with a sense of peace that facilitated relaxation.
Kellan had not set his sights too high.
She simply wanted Lorna to connect with others, to take her time, and to feel less hesitant around people.
But Allison was already exceeding her expectations.
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