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?

now seemed to engulf him, making his eyes burn

started toward their house, but Mark chose that

over.

stopped in her tracks, saying

more concerned about what had happened to

remained silent as Shirley flicked on the lights, revealing his condition more clearly.

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 been there for at

hadn't noticed his late returns home, assuming he was buried in his studies. "Abner, what's

me

his shirt up and pushed him down

his shirt down, but she snapped, "Don't

bruises and began gently pressing it

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

his entire face was

had given Mrs. Davis two million dollars. Now, those men in black suits were being even more demanding, pushing him

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

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