"Don't bother packing what's left. You can buy whatever you need once you're abroad. After all, it's all on the Johnson family's dime. I have no time to waste here." With those words and a suitcase, Gilbert was the first to descend the stairs.

Sherilyn bit her lip, feeling a tight, sharp pain in her heart as tears streamed down her face. She raised her hand, clumsily wiping them away.

It was time to go. What difference did it make, staying or moving abroad?

She was on her own then. It seemed no one cared about her grievances and very life.

At the airport, Gilbert didn't see Sherilyn off inside. Instead, his assistant took care of her check-in and escorted her to the security gate.

"Mrs. Johnson, have a safe trip."

Charles handed her the passport and boarding pass. "Give Lady Sylvia a call when you get there. Your allowance will be sent to you monthly."

Sherilyn nodded quietly. "I understand, thank you."

She took a step forward, passing through the boarding gate.

A month later, in the heart of Crestwood, the night was deep in an apartment complex.

dared not turn on the lights, curling up on the bed and making as

of someone banging

It's time to pay your rent! I know you're in there! Say

"You think you can dodge the bill

"So late at

the footsteps faded away as the landlord

her hands, taking a deep breath of relief. She had avoided confrontation for another

underneath the pillow, she scrolled to

in Crestwood, yet she hadn't received her living allowance. She had been trying to reach Sylvia for days without success. Taking a deep breath,

responded, 'Sorry, the number you

just

to contact Sylvia, who else could she

deep breath, scrolled to his

The call connected!

slightly hoarse voice of Gilbert came

Sherilyn said, "It's...

do you want?" An unmistakable

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