Chapter 20

Grace looked at the back of her right hand, at the spot where Maria had stepped on today.

“Today, when I was working, I accidentally hit it. It’s nothing,” she said casually, not wanting him to worry.

“Is that so?” Jason stared fixedly at Grace. “Sister, if someone bullies you, just tell me and I will stand up for you.”

He would make those people pay the price. In the future, no one would dare bully her.

For a moment, her heart pounded quickly. It was as if he knew everything. Was he …testing her? She didn’t want to lie. Not to him. But she didn’t want him to worry either.

Especially when he couldn’t help her.

He was poor and broken down like her. And if he were to take on one of those privileged assholes, it’d only end badly for him.

And she wouldn’t let that happen.

“I can protect myself,” she said.

“What if you can’t?” he asked.

If that were the case, it would still be useless to tell him, but

Grace did not say that. She didn’t want to prolong this

conversation.

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“Don’t you want me to protect you?” He stared at her with his dark and deep eyes.

She bit her lip. “You already saved me once, remember? Now it’s my turn to try and protect you. And I’ll try my best not to let others bully us.”

There was a flash in his eyes, but he did not say anything in the end. Instead, he simply replied faintly, “Okay.”

Underneath the hot water, she tried to channel all of those terrible feelings and fears out

partially succeeded.

school, she’d studied and strove to always protect the innocent, and yet… what had she learned? That there were many people above the law. And

couldn’t lose.

happened today was

She shuddered.

man on the second floor hadn’t intervened?

have abused and drowned

and Mia, two ‘classmates’ who’d stood

charges, they would

a convicted felon. If their families didn’t have enough money to buy entire juries… if anyone actually cared about her or the pain they’d

seeking justice was pointless.

would never come for a person like

You’re okay.

is a

said it over and over again, but

wasn’t true.

found it hard to bite back the

one hand, he knew why she remained silent. His ‘sister’

sickness from the other night. If that was the case, well, f*ck that. He’d been

sensed that was what she needed

at the kitchen

a fluffy bathrobe over her pajamas and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together the uniform shirt that Gregory had torn.

hands clenched

hummed some nameless tune.

the wind and sun, her skin was not fair at

moment, she was sewing her clothes, stitch by stitch, and… she looked

and elegant way about her was unusually

this. The very notion was laughable. The women he knew wore couture clothes that

year.

day, such a simple and plain woman would

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