Chapter 8
Jake ordered for Steven, Sage, my dad, and my stepmother to be taken away.
Everyone finally understood why Jake had summoned so many bodyguards.
“Everyone who insulted my wife, step forward and find a bodyguard. However many words you
said, you’ll take that many slaps. If you refuse, none of you will leave this room tonight.”
“Don’t think about lying. You all know what the Grayson Family is capable of. If anyone dares to deceive us, it won’t just be slaps waiting for you.”
In the banquet hall, there was no music, only the sound of slaps echoing through the room.
Later, people said the Crown Prince of Capital City was ruthless, delivering a warning to all the
prominent families as soon as he returned.
But what was discussed even more was how utterly devoted he was to his wife, to the point of being deranged.
I stared at Jake–no, he should now be called Jake Grayson–in shock.
“We’ve only known each other for a few days. Why are you so good to me?”
He smiled, gently patting my head, and took out the pearl necklace.
“You really don’t remember me?”
From the moment Jake was born, he had lived amidst constant danger.
Everyone said the Grayson Family was as rich as a nation, but the business world was like a battlefield. External rivals lurked, while internally, distant relatives and extended family branches
schemed to seize their fortune.
When Jake was nine, he was kidnapped by relatives and abandoned in a remote mountain. He screamed for help, but no one answered. Left to fend for himself, he was nothing more than bait for wolves.
Then, a chubby little girl suddenly appeared, freed him from his bindings, and led him out of the terrifying forest.
She was only seven, barely reaching his chest, but she wasn’t scared at all. Instead, she kept
mforting him: “Brother, don’t be afraid, I know the way, there’s an old lady’s house up ahead, and
has a phone. You can call your grandpa to come pick you up.”
He asked her why she knew the way. Was she from around here?
She shook her head, flashing a bright smile.
“My dad and stepmom have left me here many times, but I always find my way back. This place? They’ve dumped me here before. I remember it.”
At first, he thought her “dumped” meant accidentally left behind, and silently criticized her family for being so careless.
But then he realized that by “dumped,” she meant abandoned–discarded like trash
When his grandfather came to pick him up, Jake wanted to take her with them, but she refused
“Brother, even though my dad, my stepmom, and my sister don’t like me, I still want to go back. My mom has passed away, but the house still smells like her. When I miss her, I just breathe in her
scent,”
He looked at her dirty little face, her smile so warm yet so lonely, and his heart ached uncontrollably.
He vowed that if he ever met her again, he would give her a home.
That abandoned little girl, dumped countless times, was me.
Because I’d been abandoned so many times, and those memories were far from pleasant, I chose to forget them intentionally,
I didn’t tell Jake that I had been terrified back then.
I was so scared that wolves might come out of the forest. I was so afraid I’d never make it back that house with the faint traces of my mom’s scent, dying silently and alone in the wilderness.
But his presence made me feel less lonely and afraid.
I no longer needed to cling to the few memories of my mom, trying to find a semblance of warmth.
Jake gave me a home.
When we left the hotel, the owner was kneeling at the entrance, bowing his head to me.
bung Madam, I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize who you were.”
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de smashed a vase on his head, his face covered in blood.
this feet were shards of broken vases. Behind him stood countless others.
Jake said that if he smashed three hundred vases, he might consider sparing the hotel.
I never found out how many he ended up breaking. All I knew was that a few days later, the hotel shut down, and the owner vanished.