Warren’s pov


    When I saw the white gauze wrapped around her head, I felt inexplicably blinded.


    “What happenedst night?”


    Of course, I had asked Chris to call me to pick her up, but how could this happen again. I waited all night without getting a message, and the phone was off.


    If Keh had not told me to have him pick me up early in the morning, I would not have known anything had happened to Chris.


    “There was an ident at dinner with friends. Luckily, my uncle saved me.” Chris briefly told how it had happened.


    “Uncle, thank you for saving Chris.”


    Keh did not answer, and I am not surprised at how cold he’s always been toward us in the Wilson family.


    “Chris, let us go home.”


    Chris’s Pov


    Before walking toward Warren, I approach Keh and whisper, “Thanks, Uncle.”


    He smells strongly of tobo. It’s not hard to imagine how many cigarettes he smokedst night.


    Keh still did not look up, did not even look at me, and I thought of all the things from before when I was most afraid of Keh.


    Now he’s really be a stranger to me, but my heart seems to have lost a piece.


    “Let us go.” Warren pulled me away with him.


    I looked back, and Keh continued to read the magazine as if he were fixated.


    “Uncle, I am leaving now.”


    After he dropped that sentence, Warren and I left Keh’s mansion.


    Warren’s point of view


    Seeing Keh’s indifferent attitude, I was already having doubts about him. After all, Keh showed a different side of Chris when he was part of the Wilson family.


    Now it seems like I am thinking too much about myself. He hates the Wilson family, including Chris.


    Keh’s povN?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    Until the moment the door closed, I finally could not help but sweep the cup on the table to the floor.


    I hate, hate Chris for not loving me, and I have to worry about her identity! I can not stand to hurt them.


    Chris’s Pov


    On the way back, Warren took great care of me, and I was always absent.


    Looking at this castle-like mansion, Keh and I should be totally done.


    I hope so, and I should be happy, but why is my heart so blocked?


    Warren saw that I was in a bad mood and did not speak the whole way, so she silently apanied me.


    When I returned to Warren’s vi, I immediately went to my bedroom. Warren stood at the door and stopped talking. Finally it was just one sentence, “Get a good rest and call Linda if you need anything.”


    “Good.” I snuggled into bed and answered weakly.


    To this day, when I think of Keh’s cold eyes, my heart hurts.


    I charged the cell phone and shortly after I turned it on, a person’s phone answered.


    The word nd emzoned on the screen. I used to feel my heart beat faster when I saw those two words, but today I do not feel anything.


    “Chris, are you okay?”


    “I am fine, and you? Who were the people who argued with youst night?” I just asked.


    “Nothing, I am sorry, I hurt you.”


    I was sound asleep, and I do not know how nd could argue with those people. “I am d you are okay.”


    “Chris, are you free tomorrow night? I have something to tell you.” nd seemed to have made an important decision.


    “What words?”


    “I’ll tell you in person when youe.”


    At the moment, I did not realise that I did not have a warm feeling for nd.


    “I will start work tomorrow. Let us meet again after work.”


    “OK, I’ll wait for you, and you have a good rest.”


    “Hmm.”


    I hang up the phone. I used to be happy because nd took the initiative to go out with me, and now I just feel very tired.


    I do not know if this exhaustiones from the body or the mind.


    After lying at home for a day, I got up early the next day to freshen up and put on professional clothes.


    Warren was surprised. “You are going to work today?”


    “Didn’t you say I could officially go to work on Monday?” I asked.


    “I said I would, but you are hurt again. I do not think it’s toote for you to recover at home.”


    “I have been recovering just fine. Do I look like I am missing anything?” My rehabilitation skills have always been very good.


    Warren saw that I was insistent and did not refuse. “In short, you can do what you can.”


    ” Brother Warren. My injury is almost healed. I will return to my house today and live there. I have packed my things.”


    “You are leaving?”


    “Well, thank you for your care these days. I am in good health. It’s gettingte. I’ll catch the bus,” I said and hurried out.


    Warren grabbed my hand. “Do not go.”


    He let go of his hand in my doubting eyes and exined, “I mean, we are all going to the same ce anyway. I’ll take you.”


    “I still do not want to. If people in thepany see it and do not know what gossip they’ll tell, I’ll take the bus.”


    “Do you think there will be a bus line here?”


    I forgot, this is a vi area, which vi will take the bus?


    “Then…. I will bother Brother Warren again.”


    In the car, Warren repeatedly asked me to continue staying at his vi. But I was afraid that Kitty would misunderstand me even more deeply, so I refused Warren’s kindness and insisted on leaving after work.


    I got out of the car early as I approached thepany and walked silently to thepany.


    Ipleted the entry formalities, and since this was a hand-picked person by Warren, I received a lot of attention when I got here.


    I am happy with my new job everywhere except one thing.


    Dunn, the interviewer who had initially interviewed me, turned out to be my supervisor. At that time, we encountered turbulence. When I saw his face, I thought he would not be too polite to me.


    But after meeting everyone, Dunn tossed me a stack of documents.


    “Neer, go and copy this stack of documents. I’ll need itter.”


    I had to do that on my first day on the job. “Yes, supervisor.”


    What I do not know, however, is that the real torture is just beginning.