She, however, felt an inexplicable sense of grievance.
The emotions that erupted in her chest were beyond her control. Her nose stung, and her vision instantly blurred with a layer of water mist.
Through the watery haze, she vaguely saw his furrowed brow.
"...It doesn't hurt anymore, Young Master."
Actually, Thomas Shannon had seen the maniac hitting her yesterday and had stopped the maniac.
His intervention had already touched Raina Bell deeply.
Now, a single sentence filled with concern moved her even more.
Thomas Shannon gave a slight nod, his cold eyes narrowing slightly. "Are you an orphan?"
Not understanding why Thomas Shannon would ask this, Raina answered cautiously, "Yes, I've been an orphan since I was a child and grew up in an orphanage..."
"How old?"
A puzzled expression crossed Raina's face as she shook her head. "I don't remember. It seems like I've been in the orphanage for as long as I can recall."
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