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

frantic, grabbed his hand and started toward their

it over.

in her tracks,

was more concerned about

home, Abner remained silent as Shirley flicked on the lights, revealing his condition more clearly. "Take off your

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. These marks weren't fresh; they had turned purple, indicating they had

he was buried in his studies. "Abner, what's going on? Did someone hit you? Why are they so severe? If you don't tell me now, I'm calling the

You expect me

up and pushed him down

felt uncomfortable and tried to pull his shirt down, but she

found some ointment for bruises and began gently pressing

medicine or just Abner's imagination, the skin she touched felt increasingly warm, almost

entire face

Mrs. Davis two million dollars. Now, those men in black suits were

he had been used to hard labor since he was young, his reflexes and talents were

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