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The question caught me off guard. Emma was one of the few people who knew about my relationship with Ethan, though even she didn’t know the full extent of its complications.
“He will,” I replied simply.
As I packed the last of my belongings into a small box, I reflected on the unexpected turn my day had taken. I hadn’t planned to leave quite so abruptly, but Margaret Grey’s deliberate humiliation had forced my hand.
Yet perhaps this was the only way to protect my dignity, and to reclaim the courage to start anew.
(Olivia’s POV)
A year ago, Emma Thompson broke up with her boyfriend. I remember her sitting across from me, her face blotchy from crying, hands trembling as she clutched a legal document.
“He’s demanding fifty thousand dollars,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “Says it was money he transferred to me during our relationship.”
I handed her a tissue, watching as she tried to compose herself.
“That’s not how it was at all,” Emma continued, wiping her tears. “We agreed from the start that rent, utilities, and living expenses would be split evenly. He said his monthly two thousand dollars covered his share, and I paid two thousand of my own.”
Her shoulders shook with another wave of sobs.
“Now he insists it was a gift given with marriage intentions, so I should return it if we break up. But those were just daily expenses! The real gifts he ever gave me add up to less than five hundred dollars.”
Emma looked up at me, her eyes red and desperate.
“How shameless can he be, filing a legal complaint over this?” She choked on her tears. “My two thousand a month came from my parents. I’m just a university student – how can I afford fifty thousand?”
She gripped my hand tightly, her fingers cold with fear.
“I can’t tell my family either. If my father knew I lived with a man during school, he’d kill him.”
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Liv, please help me… I have nowhere else to turn.”
The memory of Emma’s desperate plea still resonated with me. Back then, I was barely established myself, a fresh graduate with a meager monthly income from my new legal practice.
But something about her situation struck a chord deep within me. Perhaps it was her vulnerability, or maybe I saw something of myself in her-someone alone in a city that could be cruelly indifferent.
I broke the unspoken rule that lawyers don’t take clients who can’t pay. Not only did I take her case, but I also lent her money to cover the legal fees needed to fight the claim.
The fee was transferred directly to the lawyer center, as is customary. I accepted the case without compensation, knowing that without help, a vulnerable young woman like Emma might do something foolish.
It wasn’t easy. The ex-boyfriend had carefully documented every transfer, presenting them as “gifts” rather than shared expenses. But I was determined.
After weeks of gathering evidence-bank statements, text messages discussing bill payments, testimonies from roommates who had witnessed their financial arrangements-l finally built a solid case.
The day we won, Emma hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe. Her ex-boyfriend’s shameless false claims were exposed, and he was ordered to pay Emma’s legal costs.
Two months later, after her graduation, Emma showed up at my office with a small potted plant and a determined expression.
“I want to work for you,” she declared. “I want to learn everything you know.”
Now, Emma’s eyes were red again as she looked at me across my desk.
“Liv, I’m still under my practice license here and can’t leave yet,” she said softly. “But once my internship ends, can I come find you?”
Her question caught me off guard. I hadn’t expected such devotion, especially after announcing my sudden departure.
“Of course,” I replied, my amber eyes warming with genuine affection. “My home is in
Riverdale. When the time comes, just contact me if you want to join me.”
Emma broke into a teary smile. “That’s great! Liv, I’ll follow you forever! Wherever you go, I’ll go. Don’t abandon this little tail.”
I couldn’t help but smile at her earnestness. “Never.”
Our bond, forged through hardship and gratitude, gave me some rare comfort amid my own turmoil. In a world where I’d learned to guard my heart carefully, Emma’s loyalty was a precious gift.
After saying goodbye to Emma, I headed to the director’s office. Thomas Wilson looked up from his desk as I entered, his bespectacled face registering mild surprise.
“Miss Winters,” he greeted me, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. “What can I do for you?”
I handed him my resignation letter. “I’m sorry for the short notice, Mr. Wilson.”
He adjusted his glasses, scanning the document with growing confusion. “Miss Winters, why are you suddenly quitting? Did you run into trouble with any clients?”
I shook my head quickly. “No, Mr. Wilson. It’s family matters, I have to return to my hometown.”
His eyebrows rose slightly, but he remained professional.
“I know I’m supposed to give a month’s notice, but this was unexpected. I’m sorry,” I added, feeling genuinely bad about the abruptness of my departure.
Then I continued softly, “My handover is almost complete. There’s one last case hearing is in ten days. After that, I’ll leave. I just wanted to inform you early.”
– the appeal
The director paused, studying me for a moment. I could see him weighing my words, perhaps wondering about the real reason behind my sudden resignation.
Finally, he nodded with understanding. “Well, alright then. I wish you the best for the future.”
Leaving the lawyer center, I wandered the city streets as dusk deepened. The neon lights of Harbor City began to shimmer through the gathering darkness, painting the sidewalks in pools of blue, red, and yellow.
A cool breeze rustled the treetops, carrying the scents of the city-food from nearby restaurants, exhaust from passing cars, the faint sweetness of blooming trees along the boulevard.
A pang of loneliness swept through me. I was about to leave Harbor City, which had been my home for three years, a place of both hardship and growth.
When I’d first arrived, my father, Richard Winters, had frozen all my accounts. It was his way of forcing me to return home after I’d refused to accept his remarriage to my mother’s best friend just two years after her death.
I only had a few thousand dollars in my mobile wallet, barely enough to last three days in a hotel. Within those days, I found a position at the lawyer center, rented a tiny room near my workplace, and borrowed money from my cousin Alexander just to eat.
The tiny rental was in a chaotic neighborhood with poor security. Soon after moving in, a drunken man began pounding on my door at night.
I remember hiding under the covers, trembling, my wolf instincts screaming at me to either fight or flee. But I couldn’t shift-not there, not then. I was alone in human territory, with no pack to protect me.
Complaints to the landlord were useless. He shrugged me off with a dismissive attitude, suggesting I was “too sensitive” and should “learn to live in the real world.”
In desperation, I moved again, only to have the unscrupulous landlord refuse to return my deposit. When I confronted him, he hurled insults at me, calling me a “spoiled rich girl playing at independence.”
He had no idea who I really was-that I was the daughter of Alpha Richard Winters of the Riverdale pack. If my father had known how I was being treated, the man would have faced consequences far worse than legal action.
But I handled it my way. Furious, I reported him to the local authorities for safety violations and filed a formal complaint for breach of contract and verbal abuse.
Before the court even accepted the case, the landlord returned my deposit.
Yet I refused to withdraw the defamation complaint. I pursued it to the end, eventually winning compensation.
Later, I heard the drunken troublemaker had been driven from the neighborhood-justice, I thought with a small smile-and the landlord had disappeared. That was my lowest, yet most resilient, moment. I survived it all alone.
Memories flooded back of the day I first met Ethan Grey during a legal consultation. I was still an apprentice then, following a senior lawyer to a subsidiary of Ethan’s company.
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