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.”

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

partially succeeded.

yet… what had she learned? That there were many people

couldn’t lose.

was proof of

She shuddered.

on the second floor hadn’t intervened? What then?

Greg have abused and

Maria and Mia, two ‘classmates’ who’d

to press charges, they would

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

knew seeking justice was pointless.

come for a person

You’re okay.

a

over again,

wasn’t true.

it hard to bite back the words he wanted to

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

night. If that was the

mother him because he’d sensed

back down at

she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together the uniform shirt that

hands clenched into fists.

hummed some nameless tune.

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

at this moment, she was sewing her clothes, stitch by stitch,

quiet and elegant way about

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

year.

that one day, such a simple and plain woman would

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