"What trouble could he possibly cause me?" I gave a helpless smile. "But what about you guys? Has Mr. Ford Senior given you any problems?"
"No, it seems Jonathan gave them a heads-up, so they've dropped it."
Frederick suddenly went quiet for a moment.
After a pause, he quietly asked, "Jonathan wouldn't help us without a reason. Are you really okay over there?"
"I really am."
I didn't understand why he asked that. "Do you honestly think Jonathan would do something to me?"
As soon as I said it, silence fell again.
Because I remembered how Jonathan almost… I rejected him just now and made it clear I wasn't interested. He probably got angry afterward, so he just ignored me and stayed by Alicia's side.
But honestly, I didn't care.
We've fallen out so badly, and yet he still thought about being intimate with me. Men really were beyond anything I can imagine.
After those few words, we had nothing to say to each other.
Finally, Frederick asked, "How's the injury on your arm?"
So, it wasn’t jest Jonathan who natlerd. It caught his attention, too.
“It’s nothing. It’s already handaged up.”
Attera long silence, Frederick asked, “Do you want us to come see you?”
Twww.surprised. “Are you able to move around freely now?
e was no way this would end so easily.
I thought they’d be stuck at the Zimmer residence for at least a few days, judging by how angry Elwand looked, there was no wa
Arta sounded slightly annoyed, muttering, “We really have to thank Jonathan thistime. He stepped in personally to make sure the Zimmers don’t press charges.”
She kept cluttering on and on, but my head started splining, Herwonds sounded by and hard to catch clearly.
Toughedoner, timsad, “I’en at the Food residence now, Chire l’intested, El contact you todious what
Altersaying that,
A few steps later, my head suddenly felt dizzy,
Theld onto the trashy table imjnovdiately, and ashup pain stabbed through my head.
just as I was about to call for help, the pain wantshed suddenly, replaced by a piercing ringing insny ears.
Howied, gripping my head tightly, confused about why it laut so badly.
My injury was on my am, not my lirad
Even when I was at my lowest and inled to end my life, people said Thad shit my wrist. I had a big wound there, too, but after the stitches, it slowly went numb and didn’t let so much instead, iny liradached tensibly.
Could the aftereffects of the wound somehow be affecting my brain?
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