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Chapter 1198 The Teacher and the Student

Then, Toby saw her serious face as she spoke. It was then that he knew that if he did not follow what she said, she would do whatever she said because this was Sonia’s personality at its core.

Despite their current relationship, she was still unwilling to take advantage of him. “Gosh. What should I do with you?” As he shook his head resignedly, he pulled her office chair over to him and sat down. “Is this better?”

Nodding in satisfaction, Sonia said, “Yes.” After she said that, she pulled the less comfortable chair closer and sat down as well. “Toby, don’t just think that I’m being stubborn and refusing to accept your kindness. I know you want to do more things for me and want me to sit more comfortably.

I’m grateful and I accept your kind gesture, but such actions will only make me greedy. In the end, I might even take your kindness for granted and gradually forget that I should repay your kindness and do something for you too. Then, I’ll become someone who only knows how to enjoy your efforts without reciprocating.

A person like that is selfish, and someday when you mistreat me or neglect me for the slightest bit, I won’t be able to accept that and might even throw a fit. So, Toby…”

She looked up at him. “You will only pamper me too much by doing so. I think you don’t want me to become a completely different person from how I am now, right? Because that wouldn’t be me anymore.”

While gazing into her eyes for a while, Toby sighed and relaxed. “I understand. I’ll think more carefully about the consequences when considering doing something for you in the future and make a more well-rounded decision. You’re right. Overindulging someone will change them and turn them into someone they weren’t in the beginning. It’s my fault for not thinking of this.”

“Very good. Alright, let’s start our tutoring session. The earlier we finish this pile, the earlier we can go home. Then, I can make you some soup.” Sonia then brought the stack of documents over and set them in front of Toby.

Meanwhile, the man felt his eyelids twitching. “Soup?”

At that moment, the scene of him drinking soup at the old manor that afternoon reappeared in his mind and his face was full of reluctance.

“Please don’t. I’ve had enough soup for a while.” He then picked up the topmost file while expressing with a tense voice.

Even his face showed a terrified expression.

Clearly, that particular soup was so terrifying to him that it made him fear out of instinct.

was the first time Sonia saw

there was nothing that could scare him. It was as if he were born without such emotions and they would never appear on his face. So, she was intrigued when an emotion that should not have

given him some sort of ‘trauma’. Thinking of that, Sonia could not help but laugh. However, that soup also gave her the same feeling as

comparison to Toby who drank the soup, her fear was nothing. As she thought about

strange soup Grandma and Madam Mary made. It’s just a plain bone broth that Mrs. Lane specially prepared and asked me to make for you. She said it’s beneficial to your arm because it hasn’t fully recovered yet. Although it looks like everything’s good, you still can’t carry heavy things or make large movements. Since she’s aware of your condition, she went back to

her yesterday, she did not know exactly what Grace had made for Toby or why

Charles left and she was separating the

you referring to Charles’

“Yes. Which other Mrs. Lane do you know

lot of local specialties and you gave some to

you, but maybe because I thought I wouldn’t be bringing it back to the old manor, so I didn’t

as if saying, How can

kind of beef bone is that? Why did Mrs. Lane have to head back to her parents’ home to get them? Can’t she just tell us and let us buy them here?” Toby twirled the pen with his long,

bones from

thought that possibility might

look on his face,

to ask her. Then, Grace told her that it was not like what she had imagined and that they were just beef bones from

only feed. Also, the broth made from those cows

at ease. Otherwise, she would be worried

pork short ribs. Mrs. Lane didn’t want us to buy them because we couldn’t buy good ones in the city. They’re difficult to obtain not only in the city but also in farms abroad. Almost everyone in Mrs. Lane’s hometown grows medicinal herbs and it has the largest medicinal herb planting base in the country, so all of the animals there are

were pork bones and not

that part of the cow this morning, so he might not

making bone broth from beef bones for him, he would not drink