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.”

tried to channel all of those terrible feelings and fears out of her and right down the

partially

and yet… what had she learned? That there were many people above the law. And being innocent didn’t mean you

couldn’t lose.

happened today was proof

She shuddered.

second floor

Greg have abused and drowned her? And

Maria and Mia, two ‘classmates’ who’d stood by

were to press charges, they would be

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

justice

would never come for a person like her.

okay. You’re okay.

is a

over and over again, but deep down, she knew it

wasn’t true.

back the words he wanted

she remained silent. His ‘sister’ was hellbent on protecting him. Which was

If that was

to mother him because he’d sensed that was what

sat back down at the kitchen table.

bathrobe over her pajamas and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together the uniform shirt

hands clenched into

some nameless

and sun, her skin was not fair

clothes, stitch by stitch, and… she looked

about her was unusually attractive.

was laughable. The women he knew wore couture clothes that cost more than Grace would make in

year.

one day, such a simple and plain woman would capture all his attention.

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