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.”

agreement. Since losing his memory, Geoffrey seemed like a different

with the hour growing late, Maureen left. She went to Zoe’s

long after she

Downstairs-“Bang!”

“Tll go check.”

find Geoffrey’s door tightly shut with nothing unusual in sight. She paid

he couldn’t stand it anymore and

got up early

deliberately cooked a pot of carrot millet congee, remembering Geoffrey’s

to carrots.

bit of carrot in

yet, so Maureen set aside a portion before

freshly changed

Maureen glanced over, she noticed a large, freshly broken wound on

happened–that noise yesterday must’ve been

to see it, she

“Hmm.”

Geoffrey approached cautiously.

space was cramped,

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into another piece of Maureen’s

watch him walk into walls. “Move lett a bit–you’re about to hit the

cars flushing red enough

the dining table, pulled out a chair, and sat down

“Thanks, I’ll remember that.”

nature made Maureen wish he

take

a bowl of porridge and placed two fried eggs before

I’ll wake up earlier tomorrow to

unfamiliar bed last night,

again: “No need. What could you

throat tightened before his voice softened: “You could quit working. Move back to Pearl with Zoe.

you both.‘

for

in the porridge

don’t need that.

gold card across the table

Maureen frowned: “What’s this?”

“Salary card.”

thin lips barely

it