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.”

his eyes, but he did not say anything

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

partially succeeded.

to always protect the innocent, and yet… what had she

couldn’t lose.

today was proof of that.

She shuddered.

second floor hadn’t intervened? What then?

that bastard Greg have abused and

and Mia, two ‘classmates’ who’d stood

were to press charges, they would

If their families didn’t have enough money to buy entire juries… if anyone actually cared about her or the pain

justice

would never come for a

okay. You’re okay.

is a new day.

said it over and over again, but deep

wasn’t true.

to bite back the

why she remained silent. His ‘sister’ was hellbent on protecting

that was the case,

to mother him because he’d sensed that was what she needed

down at

worked in the dim light of the kitchen lamp

clenched

some nameless

some shine due to malnutrition. After three hard 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

was sewing her clothes, stitch by stitch, and… she looked

and elegant way about

notion was laughable. The women he knew wore couture clothes that cost more than Grace would

year.

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