His Eagle Eyes on Me

Not only had she borrowed money from the butler to treat her grandmother, but she had also borrowed from other people as well. She had not told anyone about that.

Though she was struggling, Lucas was not doing any better than her.

He leaned on the sink and gagged.

Irene knew that he was trying to vomit.

"Mr. Lucas, your dog is dead, but you are still alive." She tried to console him.

No one knew how long Mr. Woods intended on keeping Lucas in the South Block, and Lucas would starve to death if no one delivered food to him. Even if he starved to death, Mr. Woods still had other children, and Mrs. Woods would be pleased by his death. Everyone else would stand by and watch, without feeling a drop of sympathy for him.

Before she could continue, Lucas roared furiously, "Scram! I never want to see you again!"

at her,

to fight Mrs. Wood the night before.

another hundred dollars into the trash can... Just think of it as me borrowing money from the trash can. Don't be mad at me, okay?" She wiped away her tears

you here, didn't she?" He accused after calming down slightly. "You've been working for them for years and relied on the money they give you. Mrs. Woods told you to

that you are uglier!"

her heart like blades. She had grown used to being called ugly, both to her face or behind her back; but for reasons she could not begin to comprehend, she felt extremely upset when Lucas called her ugly. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt

before, and once he finished speaking,

down her face. "I asked Mrs. Flores before I came, and she said that no one had sent you any food... I was

like I would die from skipping a meal or two!" He panicked slightly at the sight of her

Woods didn't say

you tomorrow," she said. "Before my grandma died, she would vomit whenever she ate.