Chapter 7 Keep Her In Mind

A week later, Carson once again stood in front of the window of the study as the butler walked up to him.

"Sir, I've arranged a job for Miss Pettis as you ordered, and she will only be paid one-third of the salary of an ordinary worker. What do you think?" The butler's voice came through, but Carson did not answer.

He pressed his lips tightly and looked at the snow outside.

"Had she realized her mistake?" He asked again after a long while, "Did she come to you?"

"No," the butler answered.

After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth again.

"What is she doing?" His voice was full of suppressed anger.

"Handling and moving the fresh seafood at the docks," the butler answered.

He glanced at the butler, who guiltily lowered his head. He then picked up the car key.

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The whole city was still sleeping at 4 o'clock in the morning. The lights were on at the docks in Cannesville.

"Two more boxes of sea fish are here. Everly, go and deal with them!" The leader shouted.

"Okay!" She raised her head and answered in a hoarse voice. She then rushed over and tried hard to open the box of the sea fish. She took a deep breath and reached into the cold water to catch a fish. Then she immediately put it into the box covered with ice next to her.

The water was so cold that it sent a shiver down her spine; her hands became numb in an instant.

However, Everly did not stop what she was doing. She packed the fish one by one and then squatted down, exhaling and rubbing her hands together, trying to make them regain some senses.

Her hands were covered with purplish cold sores, and many of them had been broken apart and bleeding. They were swollen, painful, and itchy, preventing her from holding anything.

"Are you done?" The leader urged.

"All done!" She replied in a hoarse voice, moving her shivering cold body to lift the boxes with all her remaining strength, moving them to the cart and pushing them to the truck.

She had been working here for a week.

At 4 o'clock in the morning, the docks were freezingly cold. The smell of fish in the processing area was so pungent that it could make anyone barf.

This was the only job she could find.

She knew that Carson had ordered this to happen. He wanted to torture her for the woman he loved, but she wanted to live.

She still owed Bonnie her life.

She lowered her head and pushed the trolley forward with all her strength. She overlooked a dark Ashton Hardin parked by the docks, and the man in the back seat of the car narrowed his eyes as they were full of rage.

Everything was as he wished. He punished her as he wished, and she accepted his punishment, but he was even angrier than he expected.

The butler had nothing to say. Although Carson looked the same as before, he knew that Carson had always kept what happened to Everly in mind.

In the past, Everly was a delicate and frail girl. She was afraid of any form of pain and hardship. She would cry even if she accidentally fell down, but now she was working here without a single word of complaint.

It seemed that something in her had changed.

When the butler saw that Everly was about to push the goods to the truck, another cart had knocked her over.

"Ah!" The butler called out in a hurry. He then looked at the man beside him and shut his mouth immediately.

The look on Carson’s face became more intense. His lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and anger looked as if it could spill out of his face.

At the same time, Everly quickly got up from the ground. Everly dismissed the sharp pain in her palms and knees when she was knocked down as she just wanted to hold on to the boxes, but they had already fallen to the ground as well.

"Everly!" The leader shouted angrily.

"I'll clean it up right away!" She said hurriedly. She then put away the box and slid her bloody hands to catch the struggling fish.

Her hands hurt so much that blood dripped down and stained the ice blocks she had touched, but she did not stop what she was doing. She could not let them die, or money would be deducted from her account.

She made very little money every day, and she could not afford to lose any more of it.

"Ah!"

Just as she caught a fish, someone's foot stepped on her hand. The sharp pain made her cry out loud.

"I'm sorry!" The man said dismissively and then pushed his cart away quickly, leaving her to look at her bloody hand and the fish that had been trampled to death, still stained with her blood.

The fish died.

Something in her snapped, and she broke down in tears.