Chapter 867 Mother and Son Reunited
Lisa came prepared. She chose a simple and plain wig, changed the color of her contact lenses, and had her double eyelids altered to single eyelids through special treatment. She even darkened her skin tone by a shade and added a long scar on her left chin.
Her makeup skills were excellent. Apart from her height remaining the same, it was almost as if she had a new face.
Moreover, Lisa had lost quite a bit of weight during her years in prison!
Leandro had already made arrangements for her. As long as she passed the cooking test today, she could start working. Fortunately, during her time in prison, she had learned quite a few skills, so she easily passed the interview for the cafeteria worker position and could start immediately!
"Although you just passed the cooking test, you can start by serving food. Follow the cafeteria workers in the kitchen and learn from them. Serving food is simple: tie up your hair, wear a hat and mask, and pay attention to hygiene."
The person handling Lisa's onboarding gave her a brief explanation and then took her to the cafeteria. They collected the expedited documents Leandro had arranged for her, which bore her new name, Elara West.
These tasks were things she would never have encountered in her previous life.
But now, after her transformation, there was nothing Lisa couldn't handle.
She moved quickly, and even the original cafeteria workers couldn't help but praise her. "Alright, there's nothing much to do here now. You can take a break and grab something to eat. After you finish, come back to the kitchen to help prepare the ingredients for the afternoon."
Lisa clapped her hands and smiled, "Thank you."
She inwardly looked down on people who worked for others, but she knew she had to stay in this school for a while and would inevitably have to interact with many people. Who knew, these people at the bottom of society might prove useful.
The cafeteria worker, seeing her politeness, smiled even more warmly, "You can eat anything over there. Take a look and help yourself. It's all at employee prices, very cheap."
Lisa nodded and walked in the direction the cafeteria worker had indicated.
There was indeed a lot of food, much better than the meals in prison.
But her gaze shifted slightly, and she ultimately only took a hamburger and some ketchup. She filled a large cup with water and walked to the corridor outside the cafeteria.
The sounds of children playing came from inside, making the corridor seem a bit lonely.
Ryan was more mature than kids his age and didn't like sitting at the table with them. Those kids easily got their clothes dirty, and he didn't want to get involved.
He sat alone at a table by the door, quietly eating his meal.
Just as he finished, the cafeteria worker sitting in the distance caught his attention.
Lisa was sitting directly on the ground, holding a hamburger in one hand and a packet of ketchup in the other, with her water cup beside her.
She ate contentedly, and when some ketchup accidentally fell on the ground, she picked it up, blew on it, and continued eating.
Ryan was naturally kind-hearted, and his parents had always taught him to help others. His family was wealthy, and if he encountered someone in need, it was nothing to lend a helping hand within his means.
He remembered this well, so seeing this scene, his little eyebrows furrowed unconsciously, and his small body reacted first, walking over. "Hello."
Lisa looked up at the sound and saw Ryan in front of her. A complex emotion flashed in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it and then looked surprised, "Are you talking to me?"
"Yes." Ryan felt a bit shy but mustered up his courage. "I... I just think what you're eating isn't very nutritious. I haven't finished my meal yet. If you don't mind, you can share it with me."
Ryan's innocent voice was like a ray of sunshine, giving Lisa a glimmer of hope, a hope of returning to Antonio!
She didn't care about Ryan, but she knew that getting close to him would be useful!
"I..." Lisa pretended to be flattered, clumsily getting up from the ground. Feeling that her appearance wasn't good, she quickly raised her hand to cover her face and put on her mask.
"Thank you, I..." Tears welled up in her eyes, but she smiled, "I'm not very good-looking. I'm afraid I'll scare you. It's okay, you eat by yourself, good boy."
Seeing her like this, Ryan felt even more sympathetic and took two steps forward, tugging at her clothes with his small hand. "It's okay. My mommy said that scars from injuries are gifts from heaven, reminding us not to be careless and make the same mistakes again. I have a scar on my knee too."
"Really?"
Hearing Ryan call Sarah so affectionately made Lisa feel resentful, but on the surface, she was stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't expected him to say that.
"Good boy, you must come from a well-educated family. Thank you." She then burst into tears of joy, "This is the first time I haven't been despised."
In just a few words, Ryan felt that Lisa was very pitiful, and any little bit of wariness he had was temporarily forgotten. He pulled her towards his table.
"It's okay. Thank you for cooking for us, so it's only right for me to treat you to a meal."
Lisa let him pull her along, her expression one of helplessness. "Thank you so much."
"Please sit down."
"Thank you."
Ryan got another plate and started sharing his food with her. "Eat up. I've already had enough."
"Okay." Lisa took a few bites, but her expression gradually turned somber, and she sighed deeply, "Seeing you like this reminds me of my son. He's about your age. If only he could be like you."
Ryan asked curiously, "What happened to him?"
"He got very sick, and there's no cure."
Hearing that, Ryan's expression also turned serious, "No matter what, he would want you to take good care of yourself."
"Maybe." Lisa smiled bitterly, "But I've gotten used to saving. I don't have much appetite."
It was as if she had been reminded of the past or found an outlet to vent, "My son got a terminal illness when he was very young. His father and I scrimped and saved, always putting money aside. In the end, we even sold our little house, but it still wasn't enough. His father couldn't take it anymore and left us."
"It was our fault! If we had been a bit richer, worked a bit harder, maybe my son would have gotten better and wouldn't have had to suffer so much at such a young age."
What she said wasn't fabricated; it was the true story of the real "Elara." The real Elara had died in an accident a few days ago, and Lisa had taken over her useful identity.
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