Marry My Ex's Sworn Enemy

Chapter 61: Hello, Mrs. Sullivan

The old house wasn't far from "Lucky's Diner," a ten-minute cab ride at most. Sonya hopped out at the alleyway entrance. It was past lunchtime; the food stalls were packed up, the usual midday bustle replaced by the quiet rustle of autumn leaves under a hazy afternoon sun. She strolled slowly, enjoying the tranquility. A tall, heavily intoxicated man lurched down the alley. Sonya initially ignored him, but he stumbled right in front of her. "Hey, beautiful,

drink?" he slurred, grinning leeringly.

wanna... wanna

Sonya frowned, trying to sidestep him.

have

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"Hey, don't go! Give a guy a break," he mumbled, blocking her path and reaching for her."I'll... I'll pay you." He patted his pockets.

Sonya pulled her coat tighter, hurrying around him. He pursued her. Just as she considered calling 911, she heard a yelp. She turned to see the man sprawled on the ground, kicked there by a man she recognized - Jay.

"Damn drunk bastard! Don't let me see you around the docks again. I'll beat you every time!" Jay delivered another kick.

The drunkard, clearly recognizing Jay, groveled apologies, promising never to repeat his actions. Jay grunted, lit a cigarette, and strode toward Lucky's Diner, never once glancing at Sonya. It seemed less like a rescue and more like a random act of justice. "Ella Ge, thank you," Sonya called, hurrying to catch up.

He ignored her, continuing his brisk pace. This was their second encounter, and from their first meeting, he seemed to dislike her intensely. She hadn't done anything to provoke him, so why? The question puzzled her as she followed.

Lucky's was nearly empty. Simon and his wife, Mrs. Sterling, were cleaning up. Seeing them arrive, Mrs. Sterling, ignoring Jay, warmly greeted Sonya.

Jay sat at a table outside and yelled inside, "Boss, one egg fried rice."

Mrs. Sterling yelled back, "A rooster needs a hen to hatch chicks; no chicks, no eggs! Where's the egg fried rice gonna come from?"

Jay mumbled, "Beef fried rice."

work

haven't eaten lunch," Sonya

lecture of Jay, pulled Sonya inside. "What do you want?

greasy, so Mrs. Sterling led Sonya upstairs to a clean,

apartment.

"Where's Mia?" Sonya asked."

water. "My mother-in-law's here from the country. She

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sick. Didn't you all know?

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we ate an apprentice, coming back only every ten days or so.

John died, Henry felt quilty and responsible If he'd been home, Jasmine Smiths surgery fees would have been covered,

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his parens sacrifices. He to care of Jasmine

away. You must

She hurried downstairs.

house; Henry said they pooled money to buy it for John Smith's sister. But when she asked John Smith's sister's name, he said he barely knew he didn't even remember her name. Impossible. Someone he visited regularly even

Why?

Mrs. Sterling brought her a plate of beef dumplings. Sonya casually asked, "Where is

she was in a car