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Grayson came down from the second floor, holding Kimberly’s hand. His face was blank, without the slightest hint of a smile. On the other hand, Kimberly had a soft smile — a smile that only Kimmy knew the true meaning of.Kimmy stood near the staircase, her body stiff. Her eyes fell on their intertwined hands. She didn’t need any explanation. Everything was already clear. She had lost.Kimmy took a slow breath, trying to hold back the pain in her chest. But tears still escaped without permission. She gave a bitter smile, more to herself. “Stupid,” she thought. “How could I ever hope for someone who never even truly knew who I was.”Grayson stopped right in front of her. His gaze was cold, sharp, cutting like glass. “I just want to make sure of one last thing,” he said flatly. “What’s your name?”Kimmy looked at him for a long moment, then answered in a trembling voice, “Kimmy Chandra.”The entire room fell silent. Kimberly stood beside Grayson, pretending to look down, but the corner

Grayson’s black car stopped in front of a small alley. The place looked peaceful, far from the noise of the city. The road was still made of red soil, and the houses stood modestly.Arthur, who sat in the front seat, turned to his master.“Sir, according to the information I found, Miss Kimmy Chandra lives in this village. Are you sure you want to go down alone? I can help you find Miss Kimmy.”Grayson slowly shook his head. “No need. I just want to see her from afar.”His voice sounded flat, but his eyes couldn’t hide the wave of emotions within. He leaned back in the seat, staring out the window. Not long after, he got out of the car and walked toward the small house where Kimmy lived, followed closely by Arthur.A few minutes later, he saw the figure that had been haunting his mind all this time — Kimmy.The woman was sitting on a wooden bench in front of a small light-blue house. Around her were three children, about eight years old. They were laughing together, playing with soap

Episode 36Seven in the morning.“Kimmy…” a weak voice came from inside the room.“Grandma!” Kimmy ran in with a worried face. The grandmother who had raised her since childhood was lying weakly on the bed. Her face was pale, her breathing ragged.“What’s wrong, Grandma?” Kimmy held the old woman’s hand — it felt cold.“It’s okay, dear… just a little stomachache.”Kimmy swallowed hard, her eyes beginning to glisten. “You’ve had this stomachache since last night, haven’t you? Why didn’t you tell me?”Grandma smiled weakly. “I didn’t want you to worry.”Kimmy immediately stood up. “I don’t want to hear that excuse, Grandma. We’re going to the hospital right now.”She helped her grandmother up, gently supporting her toward the neighbor’s car they often borrowed in emergencies. Along the way, Kimmy held her grandmother’s hand tightly. “Hang on, Grandma. We’ll be there soon.”When they arrived at the district hospital, Kimmy quickly called for a nurse. “Please! My grandmother is in pain!”

A few days later, Kimmy could finally breathe a little easier. Her grandmother’s condition slowly improved after a successful surgery. Although she still needed treatment, the doctor said the critical stage had passed.Kimmy sat on the edge of the bed, holding her grandmother’s weak hand.“Grandma, I promise I’ll work harder. You don’t have to worry about the hospital bills, okay?” she said softly.The old woman smiled faintly. “Don’t tire yourself out, dear. I’m fine now.”Kimmy shook her head gently. “I’m okay, Grandma. I have to start working again, so we can stay here until you fully recover.”After making sure everything was settled, Kimmy left the hospital to look for a part-time job. She had gone to several places, but none were hiring. Until finally, she heard there was an opening at a small bar downtown.That night, Kimmy arrived at the bar wearing simple clothes — black jeans and a white shirt. The bar owner, a middle-aged man, looked her up and down.“Have you ever worked i