Chapter 668


    Chapter 668 She Died


    Sylvie couldn''t help butugh.


    Zayne was confounded by her reaction and asked, “Why are youughing?”


    “Oh, nothing.” She suddenly recalled that she was still the granddaughter of Herbert, even though she was a fake.


    Her smile swiftly disappeared. “It''s okay. The color looks nice.”


    Zayne scratched his head, not understanding what was upsetting her again. He attempted to change the mood of the atmosphere. “I''ll turn on


    the television for you.”


    He turned on the television with a remote and switched to a channel that was ying a drama series.


    A minuteter, she lost interest in the show. “These shows glorified life too much. Laws are sometimes just as useless as decorations.”


    Only then did Zayne recall Sylvie was an actor. I guess it makes sense that she knows a lot about drama series and television shows.


    He replied, “Well, it''s just a show yed by actors, after all. It has to be a little unrealistic to be entertaining. Although,ws aren''t useless.


    The citizens of this country can usews to defend their rights and themselves.”


    She was amused by his righteous speech.


    Perhaps she was feeling frustrated or because she wanted to shatter his idealistic perception of reality that she said, “Since I can''t sleep, I''ll tell


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    you a story. There''s a slum area in Dartan with people of different skin colors. They are so poor that they can''t afford meals. A certain


    Chanaean woman also lived there. The woman was tricked by her boyfriend intoing to Dartan and was almost sold by him. She didn''t


    have any money, and she wasn''t registered in the system. Though eventually, she found a job at a Chanaean restaurant. However, the owner of


    the restaurant was a bad person. The wage he gave the woman was not even enough to feed her. Moreover, he also sexually assaulted her. Due


    to localws, she couldn''t abort her baby and was forced to give birth.”


    She continued, “The woman had to work many jobs just to make enough money to feed her and her child. That was how the girl grew up in


    the slums. Later, the woman''s excellent sewing skill was noticed by a woman with fair skin and blonde hair. The blonde wanted her to do all


    the chores in the house and didn''t give her any wages. However, in exchange, the blonde agreed to let the Chanaean woman and girl stay in


    her house. Not only that, the blonde was willing to send the Chanaean woman''s daughter to school. All the children in the school had golden


    hair and blue eyes, so they despised the Chanaean girl and even bullied her for how she looked.”


    After a momentary pause, she went on, “However, that wasn''t the worst part. On the girl''s twelfth birthday, she was sexually assaulted by the


    blonde''s husband. The girl lived in the slums until she was ten years old, so she knew how dirty and disgusting that ce was. She never


    wanted to return to that kind of harsh, poor life again, so she had no choice but to endure the pain in silence. That didn''t mean the girl didn''t do


    anything, though. She would secretly record the husband''s evil deeds and use them to ckmail him. The girl endured that dark life for three


    years. When she earned enough money and entered an excellent school, she left the blonde''s residence with her mother.”


    Sylvie lowered her gaze and continued telling the rest of the story, “The girl admired the beautiful celebrities and stars on the screen. She


    hoped that one day, she would be a celebrity just like them. If her dreames true, then she would have a big house and an unlimited


    amount of money to spend. No longer would she need to worry about surviving. To fulfill that dream, the girl studied while learning how to


    dance. However, she was once again sexually assaulted by her dancing teacher. That day, when the mother came to pick her daughter up and


    saw how terribly injured the girl was, she was angry. She reported the crime to the police, but the police were racist and ignored them. Still,


    the mother wanted to teach the dancing teacher a lesson. However, she identally fell down the stairs before she could do that. The girl was


    only sixteen the day she lost her mother.”


    A drawn-out silence followed the end of Sylvie''s story. The room was so quiet that it would make people feel suffocated.


    Zayne was stunned for a long time, too.


    He raised his head and stared at her mostly pale face. Her dark eyes looked emotionless and dead.


    Upon opening his mouth, he asked with difficulty, “What happened next?”


    Sylvie lowered her eyes. “After that, I had an ident and couldn''t dance anymore. I never went back there. I heard it was the same for the


    girl too, though I didn''t know where she went. After a long while, I heard she made it into a famous film school. Then, one day, she fell off her


    wire while filming a movie and died.”