"Horace is going to take the college entrance examination next year. If he gets a criminal record, what if he can''t get a good job in the future, let alone go to university?" Valda looked worried. "That boy''s family is asking for too much. They''re asking for 100 thousand dors yuan aspensation before they will settle it privately. But you know how our family''s doing. Perhaps even 20 thousand dors..." Valda did not finish her sentence. She just looked at Maeve with a troubled look.


    Maeve felt that something was wrong. She frowned and asked, "If that boy bullied Horace first, you should ask the school authorities to check the surveince footage and prove that it''s not Horace''s fault. Why do you have topensate that boy''s family?" As she spoke, she looked at Horace, who was still eating with a fearless expression. "And I can''t tell that he''s been bullied." She thought with Horace''s temper, how could anyone bully him?


    Horace rolled his eyes. "I''ve got strong fists, and that weakling hit himself with them. That''s not on me!"


    Maeve''s expression turned slightly gloomy. "How "How can you be so self-r If-righteous when you''re in the wrong? Dad and Mom are spending over 200 thousand dors every year to send you to the private elite school to study. How could you fight in school?" With a smack, Horace mmed his fork on the table and raised his chin high. "What''s wrong with that? Are you jealous? Are you dying of jealousy because they didn''t send you to a private elite school back then? Tsk." After saying that, he kicked the chair away and walked toward his room.


    Valda quickly stopped him. "You''ve only eaten so little. How can you not eat anymore? This won''t do. It will give you stomachache." The only response she got was the sound of Horace mming the door.


    "Horace is just unbelievable," Valda chided. However, she didn''t seem to me Horace. Instead, she still had a doting look on her face.


    Maeve almostughed. "Mom, aren''t you spoiling him too much? If you don''t teach him now, he''ll go astray, and you''ll regret it."


    "He''s still young. It''s normal for boys to do this during their rebellious phase. Horace will behave." Valda didn''t change her attitude. "Anyway, Maeve, you can''t just watch as your brother gets arrested. You have to help him."


    Scott thought for a moment. "You''ve been working for a while. You must have got more savings than 100 thousand dors. We need the money for this emergency."


    "If that''s not enough, ask your husband for some. We''re family after all," Valda added.


    Maeve''s hands on her knees clenched tightly as she listened to them decide on the whole matter.


    She asked, "Aren''t you going to ask me for my opinion?"


    Valda was surprised. "Do you have a problem with this? He''s your brother. If you don''t help him, are you going to watch him be pushed byw?"


    "He''s your only brother," Scott said earnestly. "You''re blood-rted, so you should always look out for him."


    Maeve''s parents would always tell her, "He''s your only brother."C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.


    Ever since Horace was born, they had been saying this to Maeve nonstop.


    Because she was the older sister, she had to give in to Horace, no matter what her subjective wishes were.


    Because Horace was the only boy in the family, Scott and Valda were biased, believing that Maeve was supposed to give in to him since she was a few years older.


    But no one had ever asked if Maeve was willing to give in.


    She was her parents'' kid and wanted to be favored by her parents, who were only gentle to her when her brother needed help to clean up the mess he made. Maeve didn''t want any of that.


    Maeve pursed her lips tightly. His heart ached, and there were tears in her eyes.


    "I treat Horace as my younger brother, but does he treat me as his older sister?" she asked. "In his eyes, I''m just a cash cow and an adopted outsider. Forgive me for not being able to do everything I can to help this kind of brother, because he''s not worth my help at all." Maeve stood up and looked at Scott and Valda gloomily. "In the future, I will wire you the living expenses you need ording to the standards set by thew. Other than that, I won''t give you any more money. Don''te to me." Her parents


    had


    I not shown up during the days when she was hospitalized. Therefore, she didn''t t need them in her life.


    After saying those words, Maeve took her bag and left the dining room.


    Scott scolded her behind her back and told her to stop immediately.


    She turned a deaf ear to him and walked straight out of the door of the Reese family''s ce. Her slender back was straight and did not bend at all.


    Valda chased after Maeve anxiously, but by the time she reached the door, Maeve had already disappeared into the elevator


    Vilda stomped her feet anxiously as she wondered, ''If Maeve refuses to give us the money, won''t we have topensate those unreasonable people?"


    After Maeve walked out of the neighborhood, her shoulders were slightly hunched due to the night wind downstairs. She quickly walked to the side of the road to wait for an Uber.


    A motorcycle sped I over from the front and crashed straight into her.


    When Maeve realized it, she immediately dodged, but the bag in her hand was grabbed by the person in the back seat of the motorcycle.


    The strap of the bag was hooked around her elbow, so that guy failed to pull the bag over. He dragged her along the ground for a distance.


    "Ah!" Maeve screamed.


    Her face turned pale from the pain, and she subconsciously let go of her bag strap.


    The guys on the motorcycle sped away with her bag and soon disappeared.


    Maeve fell to the ground. The bones in her wrist were swollen and painful as if they had split open. Her ankles had been dragged along the asphalt by the motorcycle, and her light brown socks were covered in blood. She gasped in pain and could not sit up for a long time.


    "Maeve!" A low and clear voice sounded from behind her, followed by slightly hurried footsteps.


    Byron quickly walked to Maeve and held her shoulder with one hand to check her injuries.


    "What happened? Who hit you?" His tone was gloomy and heavy with a hint of hostility.


    Maeve was in so much pain that her eyes turned red. "I... I think they''re some racers nearby. They stole my bag."


    Her gown design was still in her bag.


    Miffed. "Do you know how to fix it?"


    did you still hold on to your bag at such a dangerous moment?" Byron looked at her swollen wrist and frowned. "Your wrist is dislocated. It will hurt more if you don''t get it treated right away. I can help you now. Bear with it." Byron said, "I''ve learned it before."


    Maeve said, "Then can you go easy on me? I''m afraid... Ah!"


    The sudden pain in her wrist made Maeve''s face turn pale. She hadn''t finished her words yet, but she just screamed.


    Her shoulders twitched as she asked weakly, "Why... Why didn''t you wait until I was prepared..."


    It didn''t hurt anymore, but her heart was still pounding from the shock.


    Byron gently twisted her wrist and said without looking up, "By the time you were prepared, your wrist would be broken." As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down and picked up Maeve horizontally before walking toward the parking lot. There was a small medical kit in the car, which contained some basic medical supplies. Maeve was leaning against the back seat with almost half of her body. There was a small pillow under her knees for Byron to help her check her injuries.


    Her socks were covered in blood. Coupled with the fact that she had not taken them off in time, part of the socks was already stuck to the wounds. The socks were bloody, a stark contrast to the surrounding fair skin.


    When Byron saw the wounds, he gave off such a mad vibe that it was terrifying.


    He asked, "Does it hurt?"


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