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.”

Grace took that shower she’d been waiting for. Underneath the hot water, she tried to channel all of those terrible feelings and

partially succeeded.

what had she learned? That there were many people above the law. And being

couldn’t lose.

today was proof

She shuddered.

man on the second floor hadn’t

bastard Greg have abused and drowned her? And

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

press charges, they would be accomplices.

their families didn’t have enough money to buy entire juries… if

seeking justice was

never come for a person

okay. You’re okay.

is a new day.

and over again, but

wasn’t true.

found it hard to bite back the words he wanted to

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

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

sensed that was

back down at the

a fluffy bathrobe over her pajamas and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together the uniform shirt that Gregory had torn.

clenched

hummed some nameless

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 still looked weathered, and given all that had befallen her in the short time. he’d known her,

was sewing her clothes, stitch by stitch, and… she looked

way about her was unusually

in, he seldom saw women sewing clothes like this. The very notion was

year.

had never thought that one day, such a simple and plain woman would capture all his attention.

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