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.”

waiting for. Underneath the hot water, she tried to channel all of those terrible feelings and fears out of her and right

partially

to always protect the innocent, and yet… what had she learned?

couldn’t lose.

was proof of that.

She shuddered.

the second floor hadn’t intervened? What then?

bastard Greg have abused and drowned her? And

two ‘classmates’ who’d stood by and watched

were to press charges, they would

a convicted felon. If their families didn’t have enough money to buy entire juries… if anyone

justice was pointless.

for a

okay. You’re okay.

a new day.

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

wasn’t true.

bite back the words he wanted

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

other night. If that was the case, well, f*ck that. He’d been in pain, yeah. But

mother him because he’d sensed that was what she needed to

back down at the kitchen

light of the kitchen lamp to

clenched into

hummed some nameless tune.

malnutrition. After three hard years of imprisonment and the recent exposure to the wind and sun, her skin was not fair at all. Even though she had a comely appearance, she still looked weathered, and given all that had befallen her in the short time. he’d known her, it was obvious the hardships in her

her clothes, stitch by stitch,

elegant way about her

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

year.

one day, such a simple and plain

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