I backed up fearfully. I didn't expect so many people to still be here.
It did seem like I no longer had a way out. I was surrounded by all these people, so I had no choice but to accept my fate.
He walked toward me slowly, his steps seemed to be unusually heavy as he tensed up the air around him with every step.
The fruit knife in my hand trembled slightly. Hopelessness and unwillingness filled my gaze.
However, in the heat of the moment, he stopped in his tracks. He didn't come any closer.
"Interesting. I didn't expect you to be acquainted with the Graysons. This time, I won't do anything to you solely because of them."
Amusement colored his tone, and the air around him relaxed a little.
I was stunned. The Graysons?
That was a strange yet familiar term to me. It seemed to have opened the seal of a certain box in my memory, but I didn't have time to think more about it at that moment.
"But…" His tone took a sharp turn as his gaze turned steely. "You won't be able to escape. One day, we will meet again."
Once he was done, he waved his hand, signaling for his men to back off, and got into the car. The van then quickly disappeared into the night.
I stood stoically in my position as a turbulent of emotions filled my heart.
Ethan was the only one who was able to contact me. As for the other people of the Grayson family, no one else knew me well. They all wished for me to either disappear quickly or get myself in trouble.
However, Ethan was abroad. How could he come to my rescue?
I didn't expect to meet with such a huge problem this time on my return to Yardville. I had no idea how I dragged my exhausted body back home later in the night, but I felt like all the energy had been zapped out of me.
In my dreams that night, I dreamt of Grandma again. She was standing beneath the sunlight.
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