"Why didn't you cry out in pain?" Chad Yakov saw her trying to endure it, his brows tightly knitted.
He took a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and gently held her in his arms.
A child who cries gets candy.
She likes to carry everything on her own, but who knows about her difficulties?
"Even if I cried out, it would still hurt, and it would make people think I'm weak." Victoria Gibson emerged from his embrace, calmly parting her lips.
Her eyes were filled with exhaustion and thoughts.
Chad Yakov looked at her, understanding that it was related to her past experiences. Since she wasn't willing to talk about it, he didn't press further, letting her lie down and covering her with the quilt.
His fingers gently brushed across her cheeks, speaking earnestly.
"Victoria Gibson, you don't have to be strong in front of me."
