NovelAppChapter 668
Sylvie couldn‘t help but laugh.
Zayne was confounded by her reaction and asked, “Why are you laughing?”
“Oh, nothing.” She suddenly rccalled that she was still the granddaughtcr of Herberi, even though she
was a lakc.
Her smile swisily disappcared. “It‘s okay. The color looks nice.”
Zaync scratched his head, not understanding what was upsetting her again. He alempied to change the
mood of the aumosphere. “I‘ll turn on the clevision for you.”
He turned on the television with a remote and switched to a channel that was playing a drama series.
A minute later, she lost interest in the show. “These shows glorified life too much. Laws are sometimes
just as
Only then did Zaync recall Sylvie was an actor. I guess it makes sense that she knows a lot about drama series and television shows
llc replied. “Well, it‘s just a show played by actors, after all. It has to be a liuc unrealistic to be
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtentertaining Although, laws aren‘t useless. The citizens of this country can use laws to defend their
rights and themselves.”
She was amused by his righteous speech.
Perhaps she was feeling frustrated or because she wanted to shatter his idealistic perception of reality
that she said, “Since I can‘t sleep. I‘ll ell you a story. There‘s a slum arca in Dartan with people of
diferent skin colors. They are so poor that they cantatiord meal. A rottam Changcan woman also lived
there. The woman was tricked by her bovinend into
by him. She didn‘t have any money, and she wasn‘t registered in the system. Though eventually, she
found a job at a Chanacan restaurant. However, the owner of the restaurant was a bad person. The
wage he gave the woman was not even enough to feed her. Moreover, he also sexually assaulted her.
Due to local laws, she couldn‘t abort her baby and was forced to give birth.”
. She continued, “The woman had to
work many jobs just to make enough money to feed her and her child. That was how the girl grcw up in
the slums. Later, the woman‘s excellent sewing skill was noticed by a woman with fair skin and blonde
hair. The blonde wanted her to do all the chores in the house and didn‘t give her any wages. However,
in exchange, the blonde agreed to let the Chanacan woman and girl stay in her house. Not only that,
the blonde was willing to send the Chanacan woman‘s daughter to school. All the children in the school
had golden hair and blue cycs, so they
despised the Chanaean girl and even bullied her for how she looked.”
After a momentary pause, she went on, “However, that wasn‘t the worst part. On the girl‘s twelfth
birthday, she was sexually assaulted by the blonde‘s husband. The girl lived in the slums until she was
ten years old, so she knew how dirty and disgusting that place was. She never wanted to return to that
kind of harsh, poor life again, so she had no choice but to endure the pain in silence. That didn‘t mean
the girl didn‘t do anything, though. She would secretly record the husband‘s evil deeds and use them to
blackmail him. The girl endured that dark life for three years. When she earned enough money and
entered an excellent school, she left the blonde‘s residence with her mother.”
Sylvie lowered her gaze and continued telling the rest of the story, “The girl admired the beautiful
celebrities and stars on the screen. She hoped that one day, she would becomes a celebrity just like
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthem. Il her dream comes true, then she would have a big house and an unlimited amount of money to
spend. No longer would she need to worry about surviving. To fulfill that dream, the girl studied while
learning how to dance. However, she was once
again sexually assaulted by her dancing teacher. That day, when the mother came to pick her daughter
up
and saw how terribly injured the girl ...was, she was angry. She reported the
crime to the police, but the police were racist and ignored them. Still, the mother wanted to teach the
dancing teacher a lesson. However, she accidentally fell down the stairs before she could do that. The
girl was only sixteen the day she lost her mother.”
A drawn–out silence followed the end of Sylvie‘s story. The room was so quiet that it would make
people feel us located.
Zaync was stunned for a long time,
too.
He raised his head and stared at her mostly pale face. Her dark eyes looked emotionless and dead.
Upon opening his mouth, he asked with difficulty, “What happened next?”
Sylvie lowered her eyes. “After that, I had an accident and couldn‘t dance anymore. I never went back
there. I heard it was the same for the girl too, though I didn’t know where she went. After a long while, I
heard she made it into a famous film school. Then, one day, she fell off her wire while filming a movie
and died.”
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