No Mercy, No Forgiveness

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He often drove for Geoffrey and knew how Geoffrey used to treat Maureen.

Inside the room.

Maureen turned to look at Geoffrey who had bumped into the sofa: “Can’t you walk more carefully?”

“This is the only decent sofa we have at home.”

Geoffrey heard Maureen’s familiar voice, not angry at all: “I’ll remember.”

Maureen was taken aback.

Geoffrey added, “Don’t be angry, I’ll have a new sofa delivered tomorrow.”

Getting angry isn’t good for the baby inside.

Seeing Geoffrey so humble once again surprised Maureen; she had intended to keep targeting him but felt a bit embarrassed.

“I don’t want your things, don’t have anyone deliver them.”

“Follow me, go to your room.

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Geoffrey listened to her voice, reached out and grabbed her arm.

Maureen saw this and pulled his hand away.

“I won’t take care of you. If you’re staying here, you’re on your own.”

Geoffrey’s throat bobbed.

“Okay.”

He hadn’t come here for Maureen to look after him.

Following the sound of Maureen’s footsteps, he trailed her back to the cramped storage room.

Maureen set out toiletries for him, then said, “My adoptive mother Zoe lives here too. Be

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mindful when she’s home, and stay in your room unless necessary

In Maureen’s heart, Zoe was her mother, not just a housekeeper.

“Alright.”

his memory, Geoffrey seemed like

late, Maureen left. She went to Zoe’s

after she

Downstairs-“Bang!”

“Tll go check.”

went downstairs, only to find Geoffrey’s door tightly shut with nothing unusual in sight. She

figured she’d just wait until he

morning, Maureen got up early

pot of carrot millet congee,

to carrots.

was even a bit of carrot in his food, he wouldn’t touch

yet, so Maureen set aside a portion

emerged freshly changed

noticed a large, freshly broken

understood what had happened–that noise yesterday must’ve been him

it, she

“Hmm.”

Geoffrey approached cautiously.

was cramped, cluttered with furniture

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of Maureen’s precious furniture and angering

wanted him gone quickly, Maureen couldn’t bear to watch him walk into walls. “Move lett a

his cars flushing red enough

took a few steps left, then swiftly approached the dining table, pulled out a chair,

“Thanks, I’ll remember that.”

nature made Maureen wish

felt wrong to take advantage

and placed two fried eggs before

up earlier tomorrow to

in the unfamiliar bed last night, rising

again: “No need. What could you possibly help with?

voice softened: “You could quit working. Move back

you both.‘

provide for you

buried her face in the porridge

that.

gold card across the table toward

Maureen frowned: “What’s this?”

“Salary card.”

thin lips barely

it before