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.”

hot water, she tried to channel all of those terrible feelings and

partially

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 being innocent didn’t mean you

couldn’t lose.

today was proof of

She shuddered.

second floor hadn’t intervened?

that bastard Greg have abused

‘classmates’ who’d

were to press charges, they would be accomplices.

money to buy entire juries…

knew seeking justice

would never come for a person like

okay. You’re okay.

a new

it over and over again, but deep down,

wasn’t true.

found it hard to bite back

His ‘sister’

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

him because he’d sensed

at the kitchen table.

dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together the uniform

hands clenched into fists.

some

lowered, and her long hair was hanging loosely over her shoulders. Her hair seemed to lack some shine due to 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

clothes, stitch by stitch,

about her was unusually

was laughable. The women he knew wore couture clothes that

year.

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

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