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

partially

she learned? That there were many people above the law.

couldn’t lose.

was proof of

She shuddered.

man on the second floor hadn’t

that bastard Greg have abused and drowned her? And

‘classmates’ who’d stood by and watched

to press charges, they would be accomplices.

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 caused her.

seeking justice was pointless.

never come for a

You’re okay.

is a

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

wasn’t true.

hard to bite back the words he wanted

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

sickness from the other night. If that was the case, well, f*ck

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

at the

over her pajamas and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp

clenched into fists.

hummed some nameless

her skin was not fair at all. Even though

moment, she was sewing her clothes, stitch by

quiet and elegant way about her was unusually

he seldom saw women sewing clothes like this. The very notion was laughable. The women he knew wore couture clothes that cost more than Grace would make in

year.

thought that one day, such a simple and plain woman

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