Jared looked down at her, his lips curling into a cold smile. “If you’re so tough, why don’t you find it yourself? Are you seriously trying to insult me? Who do you think you are?”
Theresia’s whole body felt tight, her anger and frustration wound up so tight it hurt. Then, with just that one cruel sentence, something inside her finally snapped. Her chest ached with the weight of it. Why? Why did they have to treat her like this? Why did they always have to put her down? What had she ever done to deserve it?
She could barely hold herself together. The pain was so sharp it nearly drove her mad.
Suddenly, Theresia moved. She followed the sound of his voice, grabbed Jared by the collar, and held on as if her life depended on it. Her voice came out rough, raw, and desperate. “Just because I’m the maid’s daughter, does that mean I deserve to be bullied? Just because my mother made mistakes, is my life a mistake too? Just because I don’t fight back, does that give you permission to walk all over me? Jared, I’m a person. I have feelings. I get hurt too. I’m not asking you to like me, but can’t you just… leave me alone? Is that really so hard?”
Jared froze, caught off guard by how fierce she was. It took him a second to get a grip. “Let go of me. Fine. I’ll get it back for you, alright? Just let go.”
That finally got through to her. She unclenched her hands and stepped back, her anger giving way to exhaustion.
Jared kept his word. He went to the bushes, found her cane, and tossed it back to her, his eyebrows drawn tight. “Unbelievable,” he muttered.
Without another word, he turned and got into his car. But he didn’t drive off right away. He sat there, watching as Theresia picked up her cane and walked away. He saw her get into a taxi. He didn’t even know why, but before he realized what he was doing, he started following her. He trailed her all the way to a private club.
When she finally disappeared inside, reality crashed back in. What was he even doing? He slammed his fist against the steering wheel, frustrated with himself, then looked one more time in the direction she’d gone.
Lawrence had ditched her on her birthday, and still, she showed up for the party, not a single complaint or tear.
Theresia pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
Meanwhile, at a fancy restaurant, Patti sat at a huge round table covered with expensive food, personal attendants waiting on her. She felt certain she’d won. Moses had made it clear he was impressed with her. She was sure she’d be his student.
Then Moses answered a call. Patti kept smiling, confident nothing could go wrong.
But after he hung up, Moses stood up slowly. “Patti,” he said, “my student has told me I’m not allowed to eat with you anymore. So, our little game ends here.”

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