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.”

took that shower she’d been waiting for. Underneath the hot water, she tried to channel all of those terrible feelings and fears out of her and right

only partially succeeded.

she

couldn’t lose.

today was proof

She shuddered.

the second floor hadn’t intervened?

have abused

Maria and Mia, two ‘classmates’ who’d stood by and

she were to press charges, they would be

she wasn’t a convicted felon. If their families didn’t have enough money to buy entire juries…

seeking justice

come for

You’re okay.

is a

said it over and over again, but deep

wasn’t true.

back the

the one hand, he knew why she remained silent. His ‘sister’ was hellbent on

his physical sickness from the other night. If that was

allowed her to mother him because he’d sensed that was what

back down at

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

clenched into fists.

hummed some nameless

her skin was not fair at all. Even though she had

this moment, she was sewing her clothes, stitch by stitch,

about

in, he seldom saw women sewing clothes like this. The very notion was laughable. The women he knew wore couture clothes that cost

year.

a simple and plain

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