When Valerie returned home, she couldn't bring herself to look Bryant's wife in the eyes. When the children started calling her, she turned a deaf ear to them and locked herself in her bedroom.
She didn't turn on any lights.
She curled up in one corner of the room and nervously gnawed on her fist.
When Bryant returned home from work, his wife hung up his coat and told him, "Valerie just got back as well, but she didn't look good. The kids and I greeted her, but it was as if she didn't hear us.
Later, I knocked on her door and called her name several times, but she didn't respond. I became worried and tried to enter her room, but she had locked the door. I don't know what happened. Can you go upstairs and check on her for me? We're not as close as you are."
"How long has it been?" Bryant undid the top buttons of his shirt and glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor.
"Nearly two hours."
"Okay, I'll go take a look."
Bryant went upstairs and knocked on Valerie's door. "Hey, Valerie. It's me. Can you open the door?"
His calm and deep voice seeped through the wooden door and broke through Valerie's trance. Hearing her cousin's voice made her feel a bit relieved.
When she had lived with the Feng family, everyone had treated her really well, including her cousin, Bryant. Back then, she didn't appreciate it.
The she left C Island. Years later, Bryant brought her to Lexingport City and continued to take good care of her. She was able to maintain her lifestyle as a rich lady, and she was able to pursue her passion for ballet.
Only then did she realize how good Bryant had been to her, and she sincerely cherished his kindness.
A thing became precious when it was rare. This was how Valerie felt about her cousin. Among the Feng family, only he spared any effort to look for her after she had left home.
She knew that she was dependent on him.
Valerie reluctantly unlocked her door. The lights were off and her hair was disheveled so Bryant couldn't get a good look at her face.
But he had a feeling that she was deathly afraid of something.
"Why haven't you turned on the lights in here?" Bryant asked, but Valerie wordlessly kept her head down. He sighed and said, "Can I come in? Talk to me."
Valerie stepped back to let him in and then closed the door.
Bryant switched on the lights.
He eventually got a better look at Valerie's face, and he was surprised by what he saw. Her lipstick was smeared and her cheeks were stained with tear tracks.
It was obvious that she had been crying.
"What happened, Valerie?" Bryant asked gently, afraid of frightening her.
Valerie returned to her corner and huddled there, wrapping her arms around her knees. She remained silent as if nothing mattered anymore.
Bryant became even more concerned. He hunched down in front of her and patted her head comfortingly. "What happened, Valerie? Tell me."
After a while, Valerie met his gaze and started to cry. "Bryant..."
The man was like a father figure to her. He always offered his support when she needed it the most.
She allowed herself to fall into Bryant's outstretched arms. She cried so much until it became hard for her to breathe.
Bryant could only pat her back gently. When her wailing subsided into hiccups, he tried asking her again, "What happened? Why are you upset?"
Valerie had cried so much that mascara streaked down her cheeks and the rest of her makeup got washed away with her tears.
She chewed on her bottom lip, unable to say anything.
Bryant stabbed a guess. "Is it because of Leon?"
In the past, Leon had been one of the reasons for Valerie's depression. She used to cry because she was trapped in his castle. Why was Leon making her sad this time?
Valerie quickly shook her head.
But after a pause, she nodded.
Bryant recalled seeing Michelle by the gate of Leon's house recently.
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