Chapter 2017

Shirley was held tight in his embrace, frozen in the moment until she caught sight of Abner standing not too far off, her body stiffening instantly.

Abner, still with his backpack slung over his shoulders and his hair in disarray, looked as if he had just gotten back.

Shirley had spent the entire night at the hospital, and logically, Abner should have headed home to rest. Yet, there they were, bumping into each other at 4 a.m. beneath the dim streetlights of their neighborhood.

Without a second thought, Shirley pushed Mark away and strode towards Abner.

His lips were bruised, a purplish hue under the streetlights, and his arms bore multiple scars.

"Abner, what on earth happened?"

Abner's gaze, however, skimmed past her to Mark.

He saw them, clinging to each other. Was Shirley thinking of getting back together with Mark?

The pain he hadn't felt before now seemed to engulf him, making his eyes burn with the threat of

frantic, grabbed his hand and started toward their house, but

it over.

stopped in her

about what had happened

Abner remained silent as Shirley flicked on the lights,

lost in the images of what he had just witnessed, turned his head away, pretending not to hear. Shirley stepped forward, pulling up his shirt herself. Seeing the bruises on his skin, her pupils dilated.

caught up with work that she hadn't noticed his late returns home, assuming he was buried in his studies. "Abner, what's going on? Did someone hit you? Why are they so severe?

You expect me to

shirt up and

tried to pull his shirt down, but

some ointment for bruises and began gently pressing it into his

just Abner's imagination, the skin she touched

face was flushed

two million dollars. Now, those men in black

with them. Perhaps because he had been used to hard labor since he was young, his reflexes and talents

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