I was his allergen she was his cure what if this allergen turns lethal? novel Chapter 93

Chapter 1

Today is my last day in prison.

As usual, I served meals for everyone in the same dormitory, placing them at their respective spots.

After Rebecca washed her face, she casually splashed the excess water onto me.

Then, she pinched my lowered chin with her fingers, forcefully lifting it until our eyes met.

“I heard you’re getting out of prison?”

I quietly replied, “Yes.”

She sized me up, then raised her hand and slapped me across the face four times.

The crisp sound of the slaps echoed, drawing cheers from everyone.

Everyone enjoyed seeing me being bullied.

The reason? Simply because I was weak and useless.

Moreover…. I had a face that made others jealous.

After Rebecca slapped me, seeing that I didn’t react at all, she lost interest and let go of me.

She threw a steamed bun from her tray at me.

“Here, take it. Consider this your treat for me. Once you’re out, be a good person and don’t come back.”

I knew that meant she had finally decided to let me go.

I quickly bowed to her, repeatedly saying thank you.

Every day here felt like living in hell.

Rebecca was the boss here, and if she decided to let me go, no one would cause me any trouble.

I quietly curled up in the corner, holding the last “lunch” and waiting for that heavenly voice.

“0102914, you can be released.”

The moment I walked out of the prison, I didn’t expect to see Carlos Kashton.

He was holding Jack Kashton’s hand, with an umbrella in the other.

“Why aren’t you coming over?”

If it had been before, I would have eagerly rushed over.

But now, looking at the two men before me, their expressions solemn, I couldn’t stir up any emotions.

Carlos Kashton’s tone was colder than the rain in October.

Chapter 1

“Grace Hope, do you realize what you’ve done wrong? Now that you’re out, go home.”

Carlos opened the car door, wanting me to get in, but Jack Kashton blocked me.

The five year-old boy pressed his lips together, looking at me as if I were an enemy.

“She has to go with us to apologize to Aunt Annie Blakely, or she’s not allowed to go anywhere!”

I was wearing the white dress I had been sent to prison in three years ago. The exposed skin was bruised, but they couldn’t see that

Staring at the two of them, I felt a haze clouding my mind, and I couldn’t utter a single complete sentence.

It was hard to believe that this was the man I had loved for ten years.

It was hard to believe that this was the flesh and blood I had given birth to after three hours of difficult labor in the operating room.

I don’t know how long passed, but I finally gathered the courage to look at the man before me and said, “I won’t apologize.”

Carlos frowned, staring at me in disbelief.

“Why? It’s been three years, and you still haven’t repented?”

Meanwhile, Jack Kashton raised his hand into a fist, ready to strike me.

“Bad woman! You’re not worthy to be my mother! You’re a bad woman!”

The three years of stress responses made me instinctively squat down, covering my head with my hands.

But instead of the expected punches, all I felt was Carlos Kashton’s puzzled gaze.

“Grace Hope, what are you doing?”

I opened my eyes and saw that he was holding Jack Kashton’s little hand, both of them looking at me with the same expression.

The difference was that the little guy’s eyes were full of confusion, while Carlos’ eyes carried a subtle trace of mockery.

I sighed and smiled.

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