Chapter 15
“You can suspect me.” he paused. “In fact, I dide with an ulterior motive-to meet my own sexual
needs.”
Skr had the urge to curse aloud, but she reined in her temper and said helplessly, “This is a bad time,
Mr. Ford. I’d suggest you go look for someone else.”
Following that, she deliberately opened her bag to show him the sanitary pads inside.
Tobias, who was driving, nced at her sideways. “It doesn’t matter to me. Besides running a red light
on the road, I’d also love to experience it on the bed.”
Skr could feel her blood boiling. A rookie like her was definitely no match for someone like Tobias.
So she employed another strategy byying her cards on the table in hopes to arouse the man’s
sympathy.
“I’m penniless and jobless, and I was kicked out by thendy. In short, you’d wish you had stayed
away from me. I bring bad luck to the people around me, and there will be retribution if you bully a poor
commoner like me.”
Skr looked at Tobias with such soulful and innocent eyes that made his heart stir.
“You can follow me,” he said in a deep voice. “With me, anything that can be solved with money is not a
problem.”
Skr retracted her gaze and leaned back on the seat. “I don’t want to.”
“I’ll send you the address.” Tobias took out a key from the armrestpartment and threw it on Skr’s
lap.
Without even looking at it, she promptly put it back into the armrestpartment.
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She might be poor, but she had just regained her freedom not long ago.
Hence, she must be crazy if she were to ept the man’s offer.
Tobias had behaved like a gentleman this time as he had dropped off Skr at the address as told.
Once again, Skr would direct him along the way, afraid that he would send her to the wilderness.
It wasn’t until she had fished for her phone, wanting to give her uncle a call did she realize that the key
was back in her hands.
Not wanting to disturb her uncle’s family, Skr dared not knock on the door too loudly and could only
call them.
Yet, with no one answering her calls or the door, she eventually slumped down to the ground.
This was the ce she had lived in since she was young—a ce oveid with memories of her
childhood.
Meredith would always express her grievances to her about how her mother was chained and thrown
into prison. She didn’t know when her mother would be released.
Her own father was even worse. He could have afforded to raise another child, but he had chosen to
abandon her thoroughly as though she was never born.
In the cold dark night, Skr paced up and down in front of the old house, gradually feeling sleepy and
hungry
All of a sudden, she was back in her school uniform while heading home after school.
Meredith was there, waiting for her at the gates, holding a walking stick.
She ran up to Meredith excitedly. “Grandma, what’s for dinner? I’m starving.”
With a gentle smile on her face, Meredith looked at her amiably. “Grandma has made you your favorite
spaghetti carbonara.”
Then Skr entered the house but soon realized that Meredith, who was following behind, had suddenly
disappeared.
She searched around frantically, and no matter how loud she shouted for her grandmother, there was no
sign of Meredith.
“Skr.”
Skr woke up with a start, screaming for her grandmother. As though herst bit of energy had been
sapped away, she slumped down against the wall. I was dreaming again. But who was it who called me?
“Skr, when did you get here?” Only then did Skr realize that the voice belonged to her Uncle
Wesley. She got up to her feet and saw that the sun was already up.
Though the man was her blood rtive, there was no feeling of dependency or familiarity to speak of
when she saw him.
Other than the time when he hade to ask for the house, he had never contacted her since then.
“I came herest night,” she said. “I’ve called you many times, but you didn’t pick up.”