Chapter 117

Grace opened her bag; all her belongings were still inside. However, her mobile phone, discovered at the Miller residence, had been confiscated. It was turned off, so she restarted it. The notifications were a flurry of missed calls and text messages: several from her grandmother, a few from Lina, and a couple of unknown numbers.

“I can guess why Grandma called, but Lina…” She saw nearly twenty missed calls from Lina. Grace quickly returned the call.

Lina answered breathlessly. “Grace, is that you?”

“Yes, my phone was turned off yesterday. I just turned it on and saw your missed calls,” Grace explained.

Lina sighed. “Goodness! I called last night, but it didn’t connect. You were going to your grandmother’s, and I was worried something happened. Besides your grandmother, her relatives are the type to kick you when you’re down.”

Lina continued, explaining she’d called from the previous night into the next morning without success. Her anxiety grew, and she’d planned to go to her grandmother’s house that afternoon if she couldn’t reach Grace by noon, as she knew the address.

“By the way, they didn’t do anything bad last night, did they?” Lina asked anxiously.

“They tried to sell me off to be some fool’s wife to buy a house,” Grace said, readily relating the previous night’s events at her grandmother’s.

Lina listened, her teeth gritted. “Why are there such shameless people? You weren’t harmed, were you?”

“I’m fine. Jay saved me,” Grace replied.

“Are you back at the apartment? I’ll come find you,” Lina said.

“No, I’m with Jay. I’ll see you when I get back,” Grace replied hastily.

Lina urged Grace to be careful, adding indignantly, “Your family should be punished. Let them off easily this time, and they’ll try to sell you again.”

“Yeah, I know,” Grace said.

After hanging up, she hesitated, staring at her grandmother’s missed call. “What should I tell Grandma? Pretend nothing happened, or tell her… my uncles and aunt are getting what they deserve?”

She took a deep breath and called her grandmother. Soon, she heard her grandmother’s trembling voice. “Grace, is that you?”

“Yes.” Grace felt her nose tingle.

“Grace, did… did something happen yesterday? I… I heard you were saved by someone important. Did Miller… did they…”

“No, Grandma, I’m fine. Nothing happened last night,” Grace explained.

“That’s good, that’s good.” Her grandmother’s relief was evident. “If anything had happened to you, how would I face your mother in heaven!”

Grace’s nose tingled again.