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.”

the hot water, she tried to channel all of those terrible feelings and fears out of her and right down

partially

strove to always protect the innocent, and yet… what had she learned? That there were many

couldn’t lose.

happened today was proof of

She shuddered.

the second floor hadn’t intervened?

Greg have abused and drowned her?

two ‘classmates’ who’d stood by and watched the

press charges, they

didn’t have enough money to buy entire juries… if anyone actually cared about

seeking justice was

would never come for a person

You’re

a new day.

it over and over again, but deep down, she knew it

wasn’t true.

found it hard to bite back the words he

why she remained silent. His

his physical sickness from the other night. If that

he’d sensed that was what she needed to do.

down at the kitchen

bathrobe over her pajamas and she worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp to sew back together the

hands clenched into

some nameless

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, it was obvious the hardships in her life

sewing her clothes,

about her was unusually attractive.

The very notion was laughable. The

year.

a simple and

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