NovelEnglish"So they can just kill someone's pet and step on others' pride if they have money... What a great thing money is." Lucas clenched his fists.
"Just white knuckle through it, Mr. Lucas! You just need to focus on your study, and once you graduate, you may move out. Mrs. Woods won't be able to bully you anymore," Irene said as she cleaned the table.
"That's your plan? You can stop working for the Woods once you graduate from university." Lucas watched as she picked up the trash and changed the trash bag.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"That's right! Once I earn enough to pay for my tuition, I will go to college and study. After graduation, I will get a proper job." She fantasized about the future with a smile. "The future is definitely going to be better than the present." He stared at her frail frame, and his chest tightened at the thought of how helpless she was. "Did your parents die in that fire you mentioned?" Stunned, she wanted to nod, but she did not wish to lie to him.
"You're not eighteen yet, and with all your family members gone, the government has set aside funds for people like you. You don't have to make ends meet by working part-time," he said to her.
"I'm not from here, Mr. Lucas, so I'm not entitled to those benefits. They are meant for the people of Taronia," she said gratefully. "Thank you for tellingthat, but working for the Woods has been fine so far. I'm going to turn eighteen soon, and I can take care of myself." She lifted her backpack and the trash bag.
"Mr. Lucas, I've placed the pork rib in the fridge. You can heat it up using the microwave if you get hungry tomorrow. I will deliver food to you again tomorrow night." She walked toward the door and opened it before taking a peek at the main block.
Seeing that the door to the main block was shut, she decided that she could leave.
"Is it raining?" Lucas heard the sound of rain and went to the door to see whether it was raining.
"Yeah. It's not that bad." Irene already knew that it was raining. "I will run home. It won't take long." He frowned as he watched her slim figure disappear into the night.
"What a pathetic girl. She has no one to look after her, and she doesn't even remember to bring an umbrella with her," he thought.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIrene ran hwith her backpack in her arms. Her jacket was soaking wet, but her notes in the bag were spared.
She did not feel the cold while she ran, but once she settled down, she began to shake like a leaf.
The apartment she was renting was rather old and did not have a heater or an air conditioner. The wind would enter the room through the window in the winter. The windows weren't broken, but they were not welt made, and they could not entirely keep out the wind elnét The rent was exceptionally cheap, and the owner collected it once year. He never raised the rent despite the many years that had passed. Back when trene's grandmother was ill, the owner did not chase them out even after finding out about it, and Irene could not be more grateful for his kindness. She entered the bathroom and closed the door, narrowing her eyes calmly as she watched her reflection in the mirror.
After crying and running through the rain, the scar on her face was no longer as tightly adhered to her face.
She had an umbrella but had lost it while she was arranging her grandmother's funeral.
The thought of her lost umbrella and grandmother caused a lump to form in her throat. She took a deep breath and gently tore the scar off.
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