AFTER REBIRTH, I BECAME UNTOUCHABLE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

“My name is Sam and I met Madam Cherry in my last year of high school.” We were seated again in the small shop. He sat across from us, his hands rubbing together nervously, his fingers restless like they didn’t know where to settle. His whole body trembled slightly as he took a deep breath before continuing. “You know… at that age, everyone keeps asking what you want to be when you grow up. But as an orphan… I didn’t even know who I was, talk less of what I wanted to become.” He let out a small, empty laugh. “I just wanted to eat. That was it. To have somewhere to sleep, something in my stomach every day. So I told myself I’d just work as an errand boy so at least I could survive” He paused, his eyes dropping again.“Then one day… Madam Cherry got injured. Her shop was smaller back then, just a little place near my school. I used to run errands for her sometimes. That day, she had a big order to finish, and no one to help, so she told me if I learned the basics and helped her

Bianca slowly placed the glass of wine back on the table . The irritation on her face was clear as she turned to her father. “So if it’s not work, what is it?” Her voice was cold like she was talking to a stranger. “I have clients. I get paid. I built something for myself and it’s successful. Are you still going to call it a hobby?” Edward let out a dry scoff, raising a finger as he pointed at her, shaking his head in disappointment. “I sent you to the best schools. Gave you the best education money could buy. And this is what you choose to do with it? Cutting hair?” His voice raised even higher. “You should be working in the family company, standing beside your brother. Instead, you waste it all on something so… trivial.” Bianca let out a short laugh in disbelief. “Trivial?” she repeated. “There is nothing wrong with being a hairdresser, Dad. It’s honest work. It makes me happy.” “Happiness doesn’t build a legacy. It doesn’t protect the family name.” “It’s my life!” Bianca sho

After looking around the restaurant and not finding Bianca, Alexander figured she had already left. He got into his car and drove slowly along the road, keeping close to the pedestrian lane until he finally spotted her. She was walking aimlessly, her eyes unfocused, like she wasn’t really seeing anything in front of her. He pulled over beside her and pushed the passenger door open, watching as she stopped and turned to look at him. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. “Get in,” he said. She let out a tired sigh and walked over before dropping into the seat. The moment the door shut, she leaned forward, burying her face in her hands as her shoulders began to shake, the sobs coming out hard and uncontrollable. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Raindrops began to tap against the windshield, slow at first, then heavier until the rain came down in sheets, drumming against the car. Alexander didn’t move. He stayed in the driver’s seat, silent, letting her cry without interrupt

Madam Cherry was just about to leave her shop. Dressed in a long fur coat with dark sunglasses resting on her face, she stood beside her car while her driver opened the backseat door for her. The entire shop buzzed around her as usual, people greeting her respectfully, apprentices running around carrying fabrics and customers trying to catch her attention before she left for the day. Just as she was about to enter the car, one of her minions came sprinting down the road from Sam’s shop holding a bundle of dirtied fabric tightly against his chest. “Madam!” he screamed. Before anyone could react, he tripped over his own feet and crashed face first onto the ground. The fabrics flew out of his hands, landing directly on Madam Cherry’s expensive shoes with a wet splat. A horrible smell immediately filled the air. People around them covered their noses at once, stepping back in disgust. Madam Cherry slowly looked down at her ruined shoes, then at the gutter-soaked fabrics lyin

“I…I’m sorry Miss Allen, I just checked my calendar and realized I have a prior commitment. I’m so sorry.” I slowly pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at the screen as the call ended so suddenly. The line beeped twice before going dead completely. Around me, the apartment was in complete chaos. Jerry and his men moved in and out of the home office carrying clothing racks, adjusting lights and unpacking makeup kits while Rebecca tried to clear space near the windows to let air in. Sam steamed the freshly made clothes with an iron while mannequins stood around the room wearing pieces from Phynix’s first collection. It had been one week since the incident with Madam Cherry. Sam was discharged from the hospital the next day and although I wanted him to rest, the second he touched a sketchbook again it was over. It was like a fire had been lit inside him. Every single day he worked nonstop and just to be safe, I found him an apartment close to where Jerry and his men stayed