Chapter 323

“By the way, my name is Kyla Corbyn. You can call me Kyla. What’s your name?” the boss asked.

“I’m Grace. Kyla, you can just call me Grace,” Grace replied, her eyes seeming to brighten instantly.

Kyla Corbyn looked at Grace, her eyes flickering.

After Grace left, providing her name and contact information, a woman in her fifties approached Kyla. “What were you talking about with that woman?” she asked.

“She applied to be a food delivery rider, and I hired her to start tomorrow,” Kyla replied.

“A woman her age applying to be a rider? Something must be wrong with her. Don’t women her age usually get office jobs?” The rider job paid poorly, and only people in their fifties applied these days. However, they resented the low pay and long hours, so they usually refused the position.

“She has a criminal record for vehicular manslaughter,” Kyla said. “But I think she’s nice. She was kind to Nelson, so I don’t think she’s a bad person. The car crash must have been an accident.”

“You!” Mrs. Corbyn exclaimed, scolding her daughter. “Haven’t you suffered enough? Why do you trust people so readily? If she kills someone while delivering orders, are we responsible for paying on her behalf?”

Kyla sighed. “Mom, I just want to give her a chance. She seems to really need the job.”

“A chance? Didn’t they give you a chance? Nelson still needs his ear treated, and we’re short of money!” Mrs. Corbyn said angrily.

Kyla offered a wry smile. “It’s precisely because no one gave me a chance that I want to give her one. After all… I’ve been to prison, too.”

Mrs. Corbyn sighed and said nothing more. Her daughter’s imprisonment had been a constant source of family pain.

That evening, Grace told Jason, “I got a job, but I’m afraid I’ll finish late and disturb you, so… I think it might be better if I moved back to the rental house.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to move out again?”

(It wasn't moving out, but moving back. His phrasing made it sound like the Reed Residence was her home.)

However, a mansion like the Reed Residence could never be her home. She didn't even know if she would ever have a home again.

“It’s too big, and I’m not used to it. A smaller place like the rental house might suit me better,” she said diplomatically. “Besides, I’ve already paid the rent. It would be wasteful not to use it.”

“Then you’d better get used to it, Sis,” Jason said calmly. “I’ll pay the rent.”

“No, I…” She tried to protest, but his eyes suddenly turned cold.

“Sis, if you’re really worried about disturbing me by working late, you can quit this job and find another one. Isn’t that better?” He stared at her intensely. “Or is this job more important than me?”

Grace felt a chill run down her spine.