Her heart skipped a beat, then filled with bitterness.
Chloe Reed found it laughable.
Even a man she’d only met once believed in her, yet her own parents didn’t.
In their eyes, she was nothing more than a wicked, unruly, and completely out-of-control child.
Her voice was hoarse as she said, "Mr. Vance, thank you."
The girl inside sat on a wooden plank bed, hugging her knees. Her slender frame made her look fragile and pitiful.
Preston Vance instinctively took a step forward. "Miss Reed, do you want to get out of here?"
Chloe Reed’s lashes trembled. She then shook her head. "No, thank you. It’s quite nice in here."
’It’s quiet. No one can bother me here.’
An unusual glint appeared in Preston Vance’s eyes. He sighed in resignation. "Alright. It seems I’ll have to owe you this favor for a little while longer. You can call me if you need anything at all."
Chloe Reed looked at him earnestly. "Mr. Vance, you really don’t have to worry about it."
"I can’t do that." Preston Vance’s expression turned serious. "You saved my life. That’s no small thing, and I will never forget it."
Chloe Reed felt a little helpless. She couldn’t change his mind.
Preston Vance said, "I’ll be going now. When you get out, I’ll come pick you up."
Chloe Reed was taken aback for a moment, then she managed a small smile. "Thank you."
Preston Vance turned and left.
The small room fell silent again.
Chloe Reed closed her eyes again, then lowered her head, burying her face in her knees.
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