When Mrs. King slapped me, Jason came over, but I stopped him with a look.
I didn’t want to drag him into the King family mess.
In the car, Jason’s face was serious. He grabbed my wrist and silently disinfected and bandaged it. Afterward, he put my hand aside, said nothing, staring ahead.
I knew he was angry.
I grinned and tugged his sleeve.
“Mad?”
Still no reply.
I sighed bolding his hand.
12:24 PM
“Mad?”
Still no reply.
I sighed, holding his hand:
“I just don’t want to always rely on you.”
When the King family sent me abroad, the virus outbreak happened, and I got sick.
I had no money at all.
I sold everything valuable, rented a tiny rundown room with only a bed.
With a high fever and aching body, I washed dishes and scrubbed pans, working five jobs a day, nearly fainting several
times.
Jason appeared and helped me.
That was my first time abroad.
Everything was unfamiliar.
1 depended on him.
At first, I thought he was sent by my brother, but latered-
He was doing it for himself.
He had designs on me.
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Young and stubborn, I refused to contact the King family if they didn’t contact me. They sent me abroad, but I could live well on my own.
After learning Jason’s intentions, I kept my distance and refused his kindness.
But pride means nothing against reality.
Alone abroad, not a local, facing discrimination, earning half the salary others got.
I did nothing wrong but still got beaten.
When life became unsustainable, I couldn’t imagine how to live “well.”
So, I accepted Jason.
Even willingly got into his bed.
I thought he’d lose interest and abandon me quickly.
How could someone like him want an orphan like me?
But… he cared for me for three whole years.
When I didn’t want to return, he arranged schools abroad for me to continue studying.
I fell in love with research; he invested in a lab for me.
I hated being alone; he opened a company abroad to keep me company.
Three full years.
During that time, the King family never contacted me once.
