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"Thank you so much. I knew I could trust you. I could rely on you."
It was a very familiar voice coming from the bedroom, alone with Jaguar.
"Now, are you happy, Gigi?"
As Jaguar said that, my heart skipped a beat.
I looked through the cracked door and felt like my entire existence shook.
She was sitting on his lap, her hand on his bulge while he drank.
All I could think was, what the fuck was I watching?
End of flashback.
"Tell me what’s bothering you," I asked Lady Lucille, watching her pout as her lips almost began to quiver. It was unintentional. She wasn’t trying to be dramatic.
"That poor child Jenna is bothering me."
The minute she said Jenna’s name, something struck me. It reminded me of myself.
When my brother had been going through a lot, I had suffered just like Lady Lucille and felt completely miserable.
"I went to ask my grandsons for help, and they said she’s busy studying. That’s why she’s acting weird."
As Lady Lucille said that, I let out a laugh, watching her narrow her eyes at me.
"People don’t always believe that what you’re dealing with is real. They think it might just be a delusion," I commented, clicking my tongue. "And the Alpha King brothers are too busy to believe in sentiments."
I didn’t know why that had slipped from my lips.
I didn’t want to come across as someone who had a problem with the Alpha King brothers, but let’s be honest.
I had gone to them with my problems too, and every time, they had dismissed me.
It was funny how easy it was to access them now.
I could send an empty message, and they would be outside my door.
But it hadn’t been like that before.
I had stepped into their mansion and even their bedrooms, seeking help, only for them to dismiss me over and over again because I wasn’t attractive enough.
It was also because they had been at a point in their lives where all they did was drink and indulge themselves, drunk on power.
"About Jenna," I said, changing the subject. "I’ve noticed she’s been very dull."
Lady Lucille looked up at me with much more anticipation.
"And I actually spoke with her last night," I commented.
Her eyes widened.
"You did? What did she say? What’s bothering her? She doesn’t come to eat with me. She doesn’t sit with me anymore. Even when I bring her out of her room, she’s always anxious, rubbing her palms, looking around, staring at faces like she’s searching for someone."
Lady Lucille’s words broke me because they made me realize Jenna had been dealing with all of this for the last fifteen days without any help.

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