I was on a video call with my little sister. She was fully conscious now and feeling better with each passing day, but she still needed a long rehabilitation. After the damage to her spinal cord, Ada couldn’t move properly. The rehabilitation was very expensive—far beyond what an ordinary painter, waitress, and everything else I had tried to be in order to earn money for her surgery could afford.
That was why I had agreed to this contract. Why I had taken money from a stranger, not knowing what awaited me. Not knowing I would end up in a situation like this.
I spent half the day talking to her, and soon it was almost time for dinner.
Lucille and the other girls were setting the table as I walked downstairs. Master Alex was right behind me, also heading down for dinner. Yesterday’s kiss,
