Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 290

Her nose became sore, and the tears that had stopped for a moment came rushing back.

"If you want to cry, then just cry, Sis." His fingertips brushed over her eyes.

The word ‘sis’ acted like a key, releasing all the pain and sorrow that had been repressed and locked up in her heart.

Unable to contain her overwhelming emotions right now, Grace let out a sharp wail and finally burst into tears.

She had not cried so bitterly for a long time. She realized a long time ago that no matter how loudly she wept or how much tears she shed that it would be useless. She had nothing to rely on but herself. Those tears were nothing but worthless things.

Now, hearing him call her ‘sis’ made her think of her mother, of the brother in her belly who had taken shape but never made it out to call her ‘sis’.

If her mother and brother had not died, would she be less lonely? Would she be given the chance to have a real family?

Grace's crying took Jason by surprise. If he was distressed by her biting her lip and weeping in silence, then right now he was so overwhelmed that he did not even know what to do.

As she burst into tears, he froze as if every nerve in his body had been frozen too.

He had never felt so helpless. Even when his mother left him and his father froze to death in the snow, he did not feel as bad as he was feeling at this moment.

While facing the crying Grace, he felt like ice and fire.

He wished she would not be in such pain, but his body was so stiff that he could not react.