Cythia’s P.O.V. (Continued)
I was already in my late twenties, a perfect age to be called mature, but here I am, making my family worried about me with my decision to help someone without thinking about the consequences related to me.
“You are not going there until they are clear about this possibility. Talk to your boss and let him converse with them, as he is also involved in this.” Jason demanded sternly. I gulped hard while looking at them helplessly.
I had already accepted the job, and now it would put Mr. Silva in a dilemma too. “Let her go, Dad. She will learn her lesson of not helping strangers before ensuring her own safety after falling once.” I flinched harder and snapped my head towards the kid’s room. Cole was standing at the door with his hands crossed in front of his ches
