Chapter 8

I saw the maid carrying a lunch box and preparing to go to the back to deliver the food, and subconsciously called out to her.

"Wait, I'll bring Young Master Jason his food! It's just as well I'm looking for him for something."

I held out my hand, trying to give her a little relief.

"But ......" The maid's face was a little hard, and her eyes fell now and then on the lunch box, and I seemed to perceive something.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with this lunchbox?" I asked.

When she wasn't looking, she lifted the top layer of the cover directly.

A bowl of soup with a few leaves floating in it came into view, the food was simply shabbier than what I had eaten at the orphanage.

"Is that all you feed the young master of the Dyer family? How dare you, a servant? Even if he's not Mr. Dyer's favorite, he's still his son, how do you think Mr. Dyer would solve this if he knew?"

"Ms. Buckland, this has nothing to do with me! It's all because Ms. asked me to do it, I can't help it! You can't make me lose my job, can you?"

As soon as the maid heard that I was going to sue, she immediately cried and explained to me.

I knew there was no way she was alone in this and she was just listening to someone else.

This Wendy is pretty arrogant and bossy, even treating her own brother harshly.

It's true, they weren't born from the same mother's womb, even their temperaments are very different.

I took out this bowl of soup that no dog would eat and splashed it away, it seems that no one in this villa can see Jason in a good light.

I took it upon myself to make a couple of small, home-cooked meals in the kitchen and then carried my lunchbox to the cottage where Jason was.

Squeak--

I pushed open the iron gate to the courtyard and walked in.

Jason was sitting on the couch reading a book, the light falling on him, his brow looking so soft.

Such images gradually overlap with childhood.

After my mom and dad died, I was sent to an orphanage by relatives and bullied by my peers for being good-looking.

As I hid in a corner and cried, a brother two years younger than me stayed with me in silence, and when I was pushed into the lake, he didn't hesitate to jump in and save me on a breath of air.

At that time, he was so skinny and knew he would be in danger yet he still had no choice but to save me.

It was because of him that I was able to get over the grief of losing my mom and dad.