Chapter 81 You Helped Me Twice Before.
Peyton hastily lowered her arm, wincing from the pain the simple movement caused. “It’s all right, just a bit of muscle soreness, she reassured Freya, who was at a loss for words. Peyton was the type to downplay her injuries, so Freya knew better than to press. Peyton caught Freya’s glance towards the ward’s door and quickly stood to close it. “What’s going on, Fay?” Peyton asked, her gaze returning to Freya. Taking a deep breath. Freya declared. “I will help you get revengel”
Peyton’s smile froze on her face, taken aback by Freya’s words. But Freya’s serious expression told her this was no joke. Peyton quickly lowered her voice, whispering urgently, “Fay, don’t do anything rash! We’re all still alive, aren’t we? You can’t take them on.” “Jolin is too formidable. I used to admire her on TV shows.” “Her characters always seemed so kind, I never expected her to be so different in real life.” “But let’s not dwell on it: we’re lucky to be alive. Don’t act impulsively. I made a huge mistake this time because I was too impulsive and wanted you to succeed.” “We don’t have any evidence, and I’m sure she didn’t leave any behind. Peyton reasoned. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
“Let’s leave Saeville, Peyton,” Freya suggested, turning to face her friend. Peyton exhaled deeply and agreed. “Okay! I’ll leave Saeville with you. But what about Aunt Linda’s condition….?” “We’ll leave Saeville first, then go abroad,” Freya proposed. “I plan to start a fashion design studio overseas. Once I’ve saved enough money, you can stay abroad to manage things, and I’ll return to Saeville for revenge.”
Peyton, usually light–hearted, felt a chill run down her spine. Freya’s words revealed a side of her she had never seen before. It was as if she was talking to a stranger, someone who sounded eerily like Nathaniel. “Fay, are you okay?” Peyton asked, studying Freya’s face. Freya was taken aback and managed a bitter smile. She was determined to protect her loved ones. Peyton, I’m sorry, but we have to leave Saeville. We were lucky this time, but what about next time?” “I don’t think we’ll be so fortunate then, Freya admitted,
urning to face Peyton.
“If it were just me, I wouldn’t be so scared. In fact, it would be a relief. But I can’t risk anything happening to you.” “If you were to die because of me, I could never forgive myself, even in hell.” “Fay, don’t say that,” Peyton pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. “Since I was a child, no one has ever cared for me like you. have. You’ve helped me twice,” Peyton confessed. Freya was taken aback; she only remembered helping her once. Ads by PubFuture
Peyton blushed, glancing at Freya before continuing, “You forgot. It was during our freshman year of hight school.” “During military training, all my classmates wore designer brands, while I had on a pair of worn- out sneakers.” “Everyone was staring at my shoes. Remember how they broke during training, exposing my toes? I was mortified. Then you brought me a pair of shoes while I was resting in the dormitory at noon. I was incredibly grateful. Have you forgotten?” Freya had almost forgotten. She remembered a girl with broken shoes, the object of ridicule. Bored, Freya had asked her father’s driver to bring a pair of athletic
shoes she had at home to school.
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