Chapter 42
I gazed at the pair of opal bracelets. Their style struck a chord, yet I couldn’t recall their owner. Instinctively, I sensed that these bracelets held significant meaning for me.
Noticing my puzzled expression, Jameson pulled out an aged photograph. Just one glance left me feeling shocked.
It was a family photo of me, my late grandma, my parents, and Charles. I was about ten years old and wearing a pink dress.
Grandma sat in the middle, wearing a Chiran–style top and smiling kindly. It felt as if she was looking at me quietly from the picture. At that moment, a wave of nostalgia surged within me, a fierce energy breaking through memory barriers.
“Grandma!” I went weak and fell to the ground.
Jameson stared down at me coldly. I glanced at the opal bracelets and recalled that my grandma had gifted them to me before she passed away. I said, my voice trembling, “Give it back to me.”
Jameson sneered and slightly tore the aged photo.
I shouted, “Don’t tear it! This is the only photo I have left. This is the last picture of my grandma before she passed away, and it means everything to me.”
I rushed to grab the photo and bracelets, but Jameson held them high. Despite my repeated attempts to jump for them, he kept me down. I was sweating anxiously.
He looked at me mockingly as I struggled in vain. I panicked. “Please! Please return them to me.”
Jameson was indifferent. “So, are you still leaving?”
I couldn’t stop crying.
Jameson shouted, “Are you planning to stay or go? If you choose to leave, I will rip this photo apart.”
After that, he tore the photo in half. I let out a scream and hurried over to salvage the fragments. Tears blurred my vision as I tried to piece it together. Jameson was so cruel. He had torn right through the middle, leaving Grandma’s face shattered and broken.
I burst into tears, saying, “Please give me back my photo. It’s the last one I have of my grandma.”
I rushed at Jameson and hit him wildly. He grabbed my hand, and his grip was so strong it caused me intense pain. I fought against him desperately, and he nearly lost control of me.
With a shout, he then threw me onto the bed and pinned me down hard. The pressure felt
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overwhelming, and I struggled to breathe.
He pleaded, “Wyn, please stop. If you don’t leave, I’ll give your grandmother’s belongings back to you.”
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As I gazed at the opal bracelets in his hand, tears streamed down my cheeks. A profound sense of sorrow washed over me, leaving me feeling utterly heartbroken.
Grandma raised me since childhood, stepping in when my parents were often away on business trips. When I turned seven, I moved back to the city, and my grandma chose to come along out of concern.
My grandma was an illiterate woman from the countryside who spoke a dialect and was often laughed at while grocery shopping. She struggled with city appliances, but she took great care of Charles and me, especially me.
My grandma loved me dearly. She often made my favorite peanut butter banana smoothie and pancakes for breakfast. Before I went to school, she also prepared some hard–boiled eggs for
- me.
Despite being an illiterate elderly woman, she would take two buses just to bring me the pasta she made, fearing I wouldn’t like the food in the school cafeteria. Her care ensured that my belly was full before I returned to class.
When my grandma was with me, I grew up healthy and happy. She made me feel like a
cherished little princess, filled with love and joy each day. To her, I was her “sweetie pie“, and I was the happiest girl.
