Back in high school, Claudia Bell took the lead in bullying and picking on her.
But back then... Jayden Grant was there to protect her.
She loved Jayden Grant, because that one time, when Claudia Bell and a few girls cornered her in the bathroom because her bracelet was pretty and kicked her, it was Jayden Grant who kicked open the bathroom door and took her away.
At that time, she felt Jayden Grant was a ray of light in her life.
But later on, that light would never shine on her again.
No one would ever be able to save her from the darkness again.
Perhaps, this was the punishment she deserved.
She had enjoyed a pampered life for more than twenty years, picked up an extra life, and lived over twenty more years.
This was the King of Hell punishing her.
Yvette Aston was born with a congenital heart defect and needed surgery right after birth, which at that time was a considerable expense.
Yvette Aston’s biological mother didn’t have that much money and didn’t want to watch Yvette die, so she impulsively swapped Yvette Aston with Charlotte Summers, who should have been the Aston Family’s young lady.
At the Aston Family, Yvette gained a new life.
So Yvette knew it was what she owed the Aston Family, and also what she owed Charlotte Summers.
If her mother hadn’t swapped their lives back then, Charlotte Summers would have been the high and mighty princess.
She had to atone.
She should atone.
"Yvette, picking up trash? Short of money?" Claudia Bell smiled and kicked Yvette. "Stop playing dead."
Yvette’s vision darkened, her heart pounded rapidly.
"Here’s a job for you, back to your old business, sleep with men and get paid." Claudia Bell glanced at the rich kids behind her. "Don’t say it, her face is not bad, I remember Tom Ziegler liked her back in high school, call him over to play with her, just say she’s up for grabs now, as long as he pays."
Yvette gasped for air, wanting to retort.
But they laughed, mocked her, taunted her, that feeling... made her want to die.
But Summers was still waiting for her.
"Claudia, she doesn’t look well..." a rich girl whispered. "Let’s go before something really happens."
"Is Charlotte Summers using a borrowed knife to kill someone? Now she’s well off with Jayden Grant’s backing, a phone call can have us bullying Yvette, if something happens to Yvette, wouldn’t we be blamed?" a more sober rich girl muttered softly.
Claudia Bell saw that Yvette wasn’t faking it and got scared, hurriedly running off. "Damn, what a lousy day."
...
The surroundings quieted down, Yvette curled up in pain as her heart ached.
Who could come to save her...
It hurt. It really hurt.
A black sedan pulled out from the Bell Family and stopped at the side.
Christopher Carter got out of the car and ran over anxiously. "Miss? Are you okay?"
Yvette’s voice was hoarse. "Medicine..."
Seeing Yvette’s pale face, Christopher Carter hurriedly fetched a bottle of mineral water from the car, then fumbled in Yvette’s pocket for a small medicine bottle, took out a pill and let her take it.
After lying on the ground for a while, Yvette slowly started to recover.
Propping herself up to sit, Yvette softly thanked him, recognizing Christopher Carter as Ethan Grant’s assistant. "Thank you..."
Seeing Yvette was okay, Christopher finally sighed in relief. "You should go to the hospital."
Yvette didn’t speak, instead kneeling on the ground, weakly picking up the scattered bottles.
Summers was still waiting at home for her.
In the car, Ethan Grant never got out, frowning as he watched Yvette.
The Aston Family’s young lady, now reduced to this state.
"Do you have any cash?"
As Christopher got in the car, he heard Ethan Grant ask in a deep voice.
Startled for a moment, Christopher searched around; who still used cash these days? "Just... just ten bucks."
"Give it to her." Ethan Grant was a bit displeased.
Christopher was shocked, since when was Mr. Grant so kind?
Hurriedly getting out of the car, Christopher handed the ten bucks to Yvette. "Sorry, I don’t have that much cash on me."
Kneeling on the ground, Yvette looked up at Christopher with reddened eyes. "No... no need."
She absurdly wanted to keep a little dignity, hoping it might catch Ethan Grant’s attention.
Lowering her head to continue picking up bottles, Yvette used a garbage bin to brace herself and stood up, gathering some recyclable cardboard boxes from inside.
Seeing Yvette limping away, Christopher felt inexplicably saddened.
This woman was quite pretty, why was she out picking trash?
Back in the car, Christopher looked at Ethan Grant. "Mr. Grant, she didn’t take it."
Ethan Grant was a bit displeased, seemingly feeling he meddled too much.
Seeing Ethan Grant remain silent, Christopher regretfully drove away.
"Stop the car."
Passing by a dessert shop, Ethan Grant spoke once more.
Christopher was startled, now what?
"Go buy some and take it over."
Christopher was even more shocked, what was up with Mr. Grant today?
Could it be he found Wendy Bell, and was too happy, so he became charitable?