“Was it Antoine?”

Alarieka looked sarcastic: “If not him, then who? Wasn’t it you who made the deal with him and traded me to him?” She pulled up the corners of her mouth bitterly and stubbornly. “It was you who gave me to him.” There was a stubborn tremble in the cold voice, and the eyes looked at Kieran, clear and sharp.

After those words, everything around was dead silent. Kieran’s fingers stopped too, and he looked at her with deep eyes. Alarieka pulled at the corner of her mouth, yanked the thin blanket off her shoulders, and stood where the light was brightest. From then on, because she was dressed revealingly, all the marks Antoine left on her – whether from grabbing or hitting – were plain to see. And there was also a red five-finger handprint on her face. It was obvious who did this. Kieran’s face suddenly darkened.

Alarieka pulled a grin, “Kieran, did you feel satisfied seeing this?”

Roschelle covered her mouth, looking really upset, with weak tears in her eyes: “Alarieka, were you… were you bullied by Antoine?” Alarieka could tell that Roschelle was really trying to act all sympathetic. It was just a pity, Roschelle’s acting wasn’t good enough, and the sarcasm and schadenfreude in her eyes couldn’t be hidden.

A girl couldn’t stand it and put the thin blanket back on her shoulders. “Ms. Huston, these injuries need to be checked at the hospital.”

Alarieka silently pulled the thin blanket tighter. “So, can I go now?”

Kieran suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, “Did Antoine touch you?”

Alarieka stared at Kieran in silence for a few seconds, then suddenly shook off Kieran’s hand like she went crazy. “So what if it was? So what if it wasn’t?” “Wasn’t this what you were hoping to see?” She just wanted to thank the person who kept calling Antoine. If it weren’t for him, maybe she would’ve already…

Kieran pressed his lips together, his hand paused in mid-air. Roschelle walked up, grabbed Kieran’s arm, and said softly, “Kier, I know you’re not feeling good right now, but it already happened, so let’s just take her to the hospital to see a doctor.” Roschelle was still acting, acting like a good wife and a kind, understanding person.

Kieran had a deep, rich voice. His narrow, dark eyes stared at Alarieka and he said, “I’ll have someone take you to the hospital.”

Alarieka was really tired today, not just physically, but also really, really tired mentally. She really didn’t want to act with Roschelle anymore. She looked at Kieran with a sneer, “No need, I’m tired, I’m going back.” After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave.

Kieran walked up. Alarieka looked down at the shadow catching up, and sensed it, so she stepped aside to avoid Kieran. She stopped where she was, turned her head, and there was pain hidden in the calm of her eyes. She looked at Kieran: “Mr. Argent, do I still need to beg you if I want to leave?”

Kieran’s thin lips were pressed together.

Alarieka walked up to him and said, “If you really felt even a little bit guilty toward me, then let Ms. Wright go, let her go.” Kieran didn’t answer, just stared at her with a serious look on his face. Alarieka said, “I already did what you asked, so please keep your promise and let Ms. Wright go. That’s my only wish right now.”

Alarieka looked at him for a few seconds, lowered her eyelids, and turned to leave.

When she got back to the rental place, it was already late at night. She just didn’t expect that Tamika was still sitting in the living room waiting for her. The lights in the living room were really bright, showing all the wounds on Alarieka.

When she heard the door open, Tamika jumped up. “Alarieka, you’re back-” The next second, her eyes turned red and hot, and her face went pale. “What happened? Who bullied you? Why were you dressed like this, and why did you have so many injuries?”

Tamika ran over, raised both hands, but didn’t know where to put them on Alarieka. She didn’t know what was good about Alarieka. Tamika covered her mouth, tears falling down: “Did Kieran bully you? Did he hit you? How old are you?”

Alarieka grabbed her hand, her voice hoarse, “Mom, I’m fine, it’s just that I’m a bit hungry now, can you go make me a bowl of spaghetti?”

Tamika had tears in her eyes and nodded hard: “Okay, okay, I’ll make you spaghetti.”

At the table, Alarieka ate the spaghetti like it was tasteless. After finishing a bowl of spaghetti, she looked up and met Tamika’s worried eyes.