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She would have been overjoyed if Grace got burnt until she was completely disfigured. At least Brian would not go after a woman who was disfigured.
What a pity that it did not happen!
Grace did not know how she got downstairs. She felt as if she was exerting all her strength with every step.
Her hands that were holding the photo album kept shaking because she was so perturbed.
She did not even dare to go through the photo album to see the extent of the damage.
These were all her memories-memories with her mother!
When she stumbled to the entrance of the neighborhood, a figure quickly approached her.
“What’s the matter with you?” The slightly anxious voice rang over her head with an unconcealed worry.
She felt as if she was enshrouded in a shadow. A pair of arms. quickly moved to support her tottering body.
Who was it? Who was holding her up?
Grace slowly raised her head, and the first thing that came into her eyes was those extremely beautiful eyes. They were like charming peach blossoms, so beautiful that they could even ignite fear. Those dark pupils were like obsidians, so black and bright, but they seemed so deep that people could not see through them.
“What’s the matter with you?” He frowned, looking at the traces of tears on her face. He felt as if his heart had been pulled by something.
She stared at him. Suddenly, she smiled sadly. “Jay…” she murmured the name. How long had she not called him by that name?
It had only been a few months, but it seemed like a long, long time.
However, now she seemed to have only Jason in her eyes- the Jason who was mutually dependent on her, the Jason she could rely on, the Jason who could keep her warm.
His expression suddenly froze. He then softly said, “I’m here.”
“Jason, I… I’m tired…” she murmured, too tired to walk on. She did not even have the strength to cry anymore.
He bent down, picked her up abruptly, and went over to the car not far away.
She stayed quietly in his arms, not struggling. She looked just like a quiet doll.
He carried her to the car and looked down at the half-charred photo album she was holding in her arms.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as he stared at her hands. He told the driver to go to the hospital.
“What’s wrong? What the hell happened?” Jason asked.
However, Grace did not answer. She only clutched the photo album in her arms as hard as she could.
He felt an inexplicable pain in his chest. If he had known that her trip home would turn out like this, he would have gone back with her no matter what.
A faint light flickered in his eyes at this thought.
At the hospital’s entrance, Jason got out of the car with Grace in his arms. He hurried over to the emergency room.
Grace remained silent and was extremely quiet as if she was lost in a world of her own. It was only when the doctor was about to pull the photo album out of her hands that she seemed to suddenly come to her senses. She clutched it tightly. with both hands while screaming, “No!”
“He’s not taking it. He just wants to see the injuries on your hands,” Jason said softly. “Sis, give it to me so that the doctor can take a good look at the injuries on your hands, okay?”
Hearing the word ‘sis’, she finally turned her eyes to him. “Jay…”
she murmured.
“It’s me,” he replied. “Tell me, what the hell happened?”
Her lips trembled, and the tears in her eyes gushed out once again. “Burned… The photo album with all of Mom’s photos…
All burned.”
She choked on her words. Each fluttering of her curled eyelashes seemed to bring more tears.
Jason was shocked. This half-burnt album… Was this a photo album of her and her mother?
After spending so much time together, he knew how important her mother was to her.
The doctor was finally able to inspect Grace’s hands, and upon seeing them, he immediately began treating the wounds. before dressing them.
The back of her hand was still bruised from last time, and with her new wounds now, both of her hands had to be covered with gauze.
All the while, Grace remained silent as if she felt no pain. However, the more she was like this, the more people felt sorry for her.
Jason pulled out a handkerchief that he carried everywhere with him. He wiped the tears from Grace’s face. “Stop crying…”
Her tears made him miserable and helpless. Even if he ruled Emerald City, no amount of money or power could bring back that prized photo album of hers.
All he could do right now was wipe away her tears…
“There are some burns, but fortunately, they’re not serious. You just can’t get your hands wet, and you need to change the dressing once a day,” the doctor said.
“There won’t be any effects after this?” Jason asked.
“They’re only superficial wounds. There is no nerve or muscle damage, but I’m afraid there will be some scarring,” the doctor said.
Jason’s brows could not help but furrow.
After her hands were bandaged, Grace insisted on holding the half-burnt photo album in her arms again. It was as if she was holding her treasure.
Jason tightened his thin lips and picked up Grace once again. Then, he strode out of the emergency room and headed back to his car.
“Don’t worry about the scarring. Wait till your hands get better, and I’ll get an expert to remove the scars for you,” he said.
She slowly raised her head, and her eyes fell on his face.
There were still tears on her lashes, but her eyes seemed to be gradually restoring clarity. After a long time, she said, “Sorry, I lost my composure earlier.”
When she had been overwhelmed by her emotions earlier, she saw him as Jason and cried to him…
Was it because it had been too painful to bear? Was that why she got confused?
“There’s nothing to be sorry for. You can always feel free to lose your composure in front of me,” he said.
Her nose became sore, and the tears that had stopped for a moment came rushing back.
“If you want to cry, then just cry, Sis.” His fingertips brushed over her eyes.
The word ‘sis’ acted like a key, releasing all the pain and sorrow that had been repressed and locked up in her heart.
Unable to contain her overwhelming emotions right now, Grace let out a sharp wail and finally burst into tears.
She had not cried so bitterly for a long time. She realized a long time ago that no matter how loudly she wept or how much tears.
she shed that it would be useless. She had nothing to rely on but herself. Those tears were nothing but worthless things.
Now, hearing him call her ‘sis’ made her think of her mother, of the brother in her belly who had taken shape but never made it out to call her ‘sis’
If her mother and brother had not died, would she be less lonely? Would she be given the chance to have a real family?