Chapter 770 The First Encounter That Year
Quentin felt powerless for the first time.
Other than holding her tightly, he found himself unable to do anything.
"And then what happened?" he asked.
"My dad's mistress got pregnant, and it was said to be a boy. To give that boy a legitimate identity, my dad proposed a divorce. My mom refused and insisted on not divorcing. My dad then showed his true colors and tortured her in various ways, hitting her."
"One time, my mom was almost beaten to death. After being hospitalized, she seemed to suddenly wake up and agreed to the divorce."
Such a marriage was better off ending in divorce.
So at that time, Grace also agreed. She even thought it was her rebirth.
"After the divorce, who did you stay with?" Quentin asked.
"If I could choose, of course, I would stay with my mom. But I was wrong; she didn't want me at all."
"I remember, on the day they divorced, it rained heavily, and the house was leaking everywhere. They sat in the living room, facing each other, dividing the property and signing the divorce papers. I stood beside them, feeling somewhat happy, thinking I could finally get rid of my dad."
"But I never expected that they would divide all the valuable things in the house like robbers, leaving nothing behind. In the end, my dad left with a bag, and my mom left with a suitcase."
"At that moment, I realized I was abandoned. Neither of them wanted me. They left me in a dilapidated room that couldn't even keep out the rain, leaving me to fend for myself, with no one caring for me."
Grace curled up in Quentin's arms.
She tried to make herself as small as possible, like a little kitten.
She was pitiful, weak, and helpless.
Her state now was almost identical to back then.
The difference was that now she had someone to rely on, someone who truly loved and cared for her, someone to keep her warm.
Back then, she was all alone.
There was only that old sofa. She curled up on it, hugging her knees, listening to the cat's miserable cries.
That day, she had thought about trying to keep her parents.
She even thought that being beaten was better than becoming an orphan. She didn't want to be alone.
But when she tried to grab her dad's bag, he pushed her away harshly. When she tried to grab her mom's suitcase, she was also pushed away mercilessly.
She was like a rag, thrown away without any care.
That year, she was fifteen, just starting high school.
Her parents never thought about how a fifteen-year-old, with no money, would survive.
At that point, Grace wiped her tears.
She lifted her face, her bright eyes showing a smile for the first time in the night, smiling at Quentin.
"In the past, I always thought that was my worst day. But now, I think it might have been my luckiest day. Because if they hadn't divorced and abandoned me, I might never have met you."
Quentin's voice trembled. "What do you mean?"
Grace continued slowly.
"After they abandoned me that day, I felt hopeless, like there was no point in living. After thinking for a long time, I decided to leave this world, to commit suicide."
"I even naively thought that this would be the best revenge on them. If they received news of my death, they would be very sad, deeply regretful, and cry for abandoning me."
"So, that rainy night, I ran downstairs and rushed to the busiest road."
"Unsurprisingly, I got hit. It wasn't the driver's fault; he had already slowed down. That night, I thought I would die. Even in the dark, with the lights shining, I could feel myself bleeding a lot."
"But you know what? That feeling of watching your blood drain, feeling your life slip away, is too painful, too desperate. I will never forget it."
"The rain was hitting my face, and the blood was flowing. People were probably afraid of getting into trouble. Many cars passed by, but no one helped, so I thought I was doomed."
Suddenly, Grace paused.
She reached out, gently cupping Quentin's face, her smile stunning.
"But I never dreamed that you would appear."
"That day, only one car stopped in front of me, and it was yours. You were like a god, opening the car door, walking towards me, gently squatting down, and comforting me: Don't give up. You said you would save me and take me to the hospital."
"So, that was the first time I saw you."
Quentin listened, his heart unable to calm down for a long time.
Grace's words brought back those distant memories.
It was a long time ago. If she hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten.
But now, he vividly remembered that time.
That girl, lying in a pool of blood, her eyes filled with despair, with no will to live, a look of calm.
So, he comforted her, telling her to have hope, to live on.
No matter how hard it was, only by living could there be hope, could things change.
He picked her up and took her to the hospital as fast as he could in his car, contacting the hospital director.
So that time was the only lucky moment in Grace's fifteen years of misfortune.
That year, Quentin was eighteen, just starting college.
They were three years apart.
However, the rain was heavy that day, the night was dark, and she was in a daze. Quentin was surprised she remembered his appearance and recognized him years later.
"So, you remembered my appearance back then?"
Grace shook her head, "I wasn't that capable. I couldn't remember your appearance, only a vague shadow, remembering you were tall and had handsome features."
"But I have a good memory. Under the lights, I remembered the license plate number of your car and you wearing a coat. That's all the information I had."
"After waking up, I asked the doctors and nurses about my savior, but they all said they didn't know."
"So, I made a promise to live well and change my fate. I drew your license plate number in my diary, always thinking of finding you and standing in front of you to say thank you."
"You were my motivation to live, so Quentin, you are my salvation."
Grace wrapped her arms around his neck, expressing his importance to her.
But Quentin's heart was like a lake, rippling with waves of pain.
"Silly girl, if I could, I would rather not be your salvation. I wish you had a warm, sunny childhood, not a tragedy."
"Life only needs to be bitter for a while. You've already suffered, so in the future, I want to give you sweetness and happiness."
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