Chapter 51
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Amelia, who was still holding me, overheard Samuel’s comment. I saw her eyes widen in disbelief, and then she turned as if she was about to march over: confront him
1 quickly grabbed her hand and shook my head. In my previous life, Amelia had been targeted in retaliation for standing up for me, and I didn’t want her to go Though that again.
My problems were mine to deal with Besides, Samuel’s words no longer had the power to hurt me.
Amelia reluctantly led me away, her steps heavy with frustration. Once we reached the dorm building, she took a few deep breaths before speaking.
She said, “Who was that guy? He was completely out of line! He said he was giving you something to get you to go, but then he made it sound like you were doing it for money. He put it in such a disgusting way.”
them.”
“He’s from the Jackman family,” I explained “Amelia, don’t get involved with them. I don’t need you to do anything for me. If you see them, just avoid ther
“He’s from a rich family?” she asked hesitantly.
“Leonardo’s family isn’t nearly as wealthy as the Jackmans, so you can imagine,” I replied,
Amelia was quiet for a moment. Her eyes were red, and she looked to be on the verge of tears as she asked. “So, they just treat you like this because they can?” “It’s fine.” I reassured her “Their bullying doesn’t really affect me. It’s just a few words–nothing that actually hurts.”
Amelia wiped her tears quickly and nodded. “You’re right. You didn’t even get upset, but they seemed furious.”
She hesitated for a moment before adding, “But… when that Jackman guy was insulting you, I noticed he kept looking at Leo. It was weird, like he was provoking him or trying to get a reaction. I don’t understand why he’d do that.”
I patted her arm lightly. “Don’t bother trying to figure out how someone like him thinks. It’s not worth Lt.”
After returning to the dorm, I found a recording of a traditional ballad and put on my headphones, immersing myself in its rhythm. The next morning, I would start worlding at Mrs. Foster Senior’s house.
Mrs. Foster Senior was incredibly understanding Knowing I was a university student, she scheduled my shirts for Saturday and Sunday at 10:00 am.
At 7.00 am sharp, I called Kevin and asked him to pick me up. Kevin met me near the subway station
“Kevin, has Mas Foster Senior gotten up yer?” Lasked as I climbed into the car.
“When I left, she was still asleep, but she usually wakes up around 7:00 am,” Kevin replied.
I nodded lightly as the car began the 20–minute drive to the Foster residence. Though tall had already passed, the flowers in the garden were still blooming
My gaze drilled over
ver them to the driveway, where two cats were parked–one of them instantly recognizable. It was deon’s car. I quickly looked away and followed Kevin into the house.
“Mr. Jackman visited Mr. Foster Senior yesterday and should still be resting. You can wait in the lounge for now, Ms. Sutton,” Kevin suggested.
I nodded and heard the clatter of activity from the kitchen, where someone sounded flustered. I made my way over and found Sarah struggling to keep up. I asked, Sarah, do you need alp
“It’s fine, really. Go ahead and take a rest,” Sarah replied, waving me off. “The cool had to leave yesterday because her grandson is sick She was supposed to come bark this moming but called to say she was taking him to the hospital. I can manage, but it’s just taking me a bit longer than usual. Don’t worry about it.”
I ignored her protests, washed my hands, and returned to the kitchen. I said finnly, “I’ll help.”
prabbed a pair of gloves and noticed Sarali was trying to knead dough but was not sure kneading until the dough was smooth, then set it aside to rest.
sure where
ce to start. I measured out some flour, added warm water, and began
Sarah Watched me in surprise. “Jules, you can rook?”
e’s been a long time, so I’m a little rusty,” Ladmitted.
In my previous life, Tcouldn’t cook at this age either. But later, when I was locked away, Samuel would often leave behind to pursue Yvette, forgetting Leven
Out of necessity, I taught myself how to cook, and to my surpise, I discovered I had a kuck for it. Slunce said my cooling was better than a five–star chef’s and even made me prepare desserts and soojis to send to Yvette
could have whatever she wanted–she did not
Looking back, it was just another way for him to humiliate mein is lentless devotion to Yvette. Alter all, Yvette co need anything i møde.
