Lucian had compensated her with severance, and after speaking to Waston, they hadn’t troubled her much.
But she knew what Lucian wanted – it was all just a form of revenge. Why else would he pay her a substantial sum to leave the industry but offer no real help afterwards?
What good was knowing his motives when she was left destitute, without even a place to live, still having to pay for Rose’s medical bills every month?
Desperation drove her to take a job as a courier.
Being a courier was grueling and exhausting.
Her health was already poor, and the job had caused her to lose over 20 pounds in less than a month.
But debts had to be paid.
When she saw her sister again at the hospital, there was no change in her emotions. Even as Lucian looked at her with a curious eye, she seemed not to notice.
She left an envelope on the table, “I’ve brought the money for this month, I’ll be going now.”
She was still in her courier uniform, her face haggard.
She had another meal to deliver soon.
“Be at the Crescent Moon Hotel, room 107 tonight. Don’t make me wait,” came a low, seemingly mundane voice.
Megan’s body stiffened, and she managed a forced smile. “Aren’t we done?”
Lucian looked at her as if hearing a joke, his lips curling into a sardonic smile, his eyes devoid of any warmth. “It ends when I say it ends, understand?”
It took Megan a long time to respond, then she nodded. “I… understand.”
In the dead of night, the bed creaked with the motion of two bodies, the low moans echoing through the darkness.
“Rose, Rose…” the man’s voice was thick with agony.
Megan tried to cover her ears to block out the sounds, but the disparity in their physical strength was clear.
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
It felt like an eternity before it finally ended.
The man sat up and lit a cigarette.
Megan headed to the bathroom to take a shower before dressing to leave.
“Remember who you are. As long as Rose doesn’t wake up, you’re nothing but a sinner, understand?”
Just as Megan reached the door, she stopped dead at his words. Without responding, she opened the door and stepped out.
In everyone’s eyes, she was a sinner, but was she truly guilty?
As Megan contemplated this, she shook her head, trying to hold back her tears.
Perhaps due to her distraction, she bumped into someone on her way back.
“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking. Are you okay?” Megan immediately apologized.