"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.

on the lights, curling up on the bed

someone banging

from outside, "Foreign girl! Are you in there? It's time to pay your rent! I know you're in there! Say something, will you?" Sherilyn covered her ears, shaking her head with closed eyes, silently praying for the landlord

think you can dodge the bill

he muttered, "So late at night. Oh, God bless

footsteps faded away as the landlord

of relief. She had avoided confrontation for another day, but what about the next day? What was she to

the

Crestwood, yet she hadn't received her living allowance. She had been trying to

a female voice responded, 'Sorry, the number you have

just

Sylvia, who else could she turn to but

a deep breath, scrolled to his number,

The call connected!

hoarse voice of Gilbert came

said, "It's... it's

you want?" An unmistakable

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