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Grace suddenly sobered a little. “Lina!”
“Yes, where are you now? Are you with Jason? I called you last night, and he answered the phone. When I called you again just now, he answered the phone too.”
Lina Sweeney was speechless. Who would have thought that Jason would pick up both her calls to Grace?
“You called last night?” Grace said in surprise.
“Yes, he said you were asleep,” Lina Sweeney said. “What’s going on here? Do you live together? What’s going on between you and him?”
A series of questions sprang out of Lina Sweeney’s mouth.
Grace bit her lip slightly and looked at Jason who was holding her phone. “It’s… It’s a little complicated. I’ll tell you the next time we meet. What… What do you want to talk to me about?”
“One of the witnesses in your case might be in the neighboring S City, and I wanted to talk to you about it,” Lina Sweeney said.
Grace was stunned and quickly said, “All right, then… Then when are you free? Let’s meet up!”
“Let’s meet up today after I get off work,” Lina Sweeney said. “Are you going to work at the Sanitation Service Center today? Why don’t I pick you up after work?
“No, let’s just meet at the place we usually meet,” Grace said.
“All right,” Lina Sweeney said.
After the two ended their conversation, Grace tried to sit up, but as she pushed her hands against the bed, a wave of pain pa**ed through her fingertips.
“Ah!” She let out a low, unconscious cry. The next moment, his hands were under her arms, lifting her as if he was sitting up with a child in his arms.
Grace suddenly felt awkward, but in the next moment, the pain in her finger suddenly reminded her of what had happened last night. Then, her face was instantly tense. “Where’s my photo album? Where’s my photo album?”
The photo album contained her most precious memories.
Jason frowned unknowingly. “Are you giving up your life for a photo album? You were lucky yesterday. You only have some bruises on your fingers. What if you really burned yourself?”
“This album means a lot to me!” Grace said.
“Can it be more important than your hands? Are you going to lose your hands just to protect a photo album?” His voice deepened.
“It’s very important. Even if both my hands will get burned, I’ll still want to keep it with me.” Grace took a deep breath. To her, it was al remembrance and obsession in her heart.
It was the best family affection she had ever felt and the happiest she ever been.
Her answer turned him pale, and he felt a rush of anger in his chest after seeing that she did not value herself. He cared more about her body than she did.
He cared enough not to see her hurt even the slightest.
“Where’s my photo album?” she still asked him the question eagerly.
Jason exhaled, stood up, walked to a cabinet not far away, and handed her the photo album that was partially burned.
Grace heaved a long sigh of relief and opened the photo album cautiously. Looking at the photos in the photo album, her eyes went red again.
Some of the photos were completely burned, some were burned down to the edges, and others were partially burned. Only about al quarter of the photos were still intact.
It seemed to her that each turn of the page required more perseverance to endure the pain.
It never occurred to her that she could not even protect a photo album.
Closing the photo album, she muttered, “Thank you.”
“What?” He looked at her.
“Thank you for taking me to the hospital last night to have my wounds treated. I got… a little out of control last night,” she said, at little embarra**ed.
Scenes from the previous night were flashing through her mind.
She would not have rushed into his arms to cry if she had been in a normal state of mind, but yesterday, she hugged him and cried as if she were holding a piece of driftwood.
“Then from now on, only I can see you when you lose control like that,” he bent down and whispered to her.
This sentence was not a question but a direct conclusion.
Grace gasped. Jason looked down and glanced once more at her fingers that were covered in gauze. “If there is any trouble in the future, you can tell me. Don’t rush there yourself. Besides, now that your hand is like this, I’ve helped you apply for a leave of absence at the Sanitation Service Center, so you can rest at home for a few more days.”
Home? She was stunned for a moment. She then felt a trace of bitterness in her heart. She had no home, or rather, there was no home for her in the city.
“I’m always asking for leave. The leader probably finds it troublesome and will fire me when the time comes,” Grace said. She had already taken a long vacation before Chinese New Year.
Road sweepers like them had their responsibilities like every turnip to its hole. If she did not go to work, it meant that the other colleagues had to do her work for her.
“No one can fire you,” Jason said with great certainty. “Just take care of your fingers first. Do you think you can lift things and sweep the floor with the state your hands are in right now?”
Grace kept her head down and was silent. She really could not do anything with her hands.
“Take good care of your hands first. You can do anything you want once your hands have healed,” Jason said. Then, as if thinking of something, he said, “Are you going to meet Lina Sweeney tonight? Why don’t you take a rain check until the injuries on your hands get better.”
A person familiar with Jason would probably be surprised to hear that.
When had the most elusive man in Emerald City ever worry so much about a woman’s injuries?
If it was someone else covered in blood standing in front of him with only one last breath left, they would not cause him the slightest concern.
“I must go,” Grace answered with great certainty. “It seems that Lina has news of the witness in my case. I’m going to meet her and find out what happened.”
She did not notice the slight change in his face as she said S nor how his hands had slightly tightened.
“She has news of the witness?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “However, I’ll have to ask Lina for more details,” Grace said.
“Are you going to find clues by yourself?” He asked, raising his hand to brush a strand of hair from her cheek. “As I said, I’l reverse the case for you. You needn’t go through so much trouble. It may not even come to an end.”