Grace Ziegler felt somewhat embarrassed, her eyes averted, not daring to look at Chief Daniel Marshall.
She didn't want Chief Daniel Marshall to see how shabby her life was.
After walking a few steps, Grace Ziegler stopped.
"Chief, you can stop here. Don't go any further. I can get home on my own. The streetlights are on, it's safe. I'm used to this road."
"No problem, let's go on. I consider this as taking a walk. I've been through these kinds of lanes with my wife. I don't mind or look down on it. Everyone has the right to strive for a living, regardless of their social status."
Wife?
Grace had noticed a wedding ring on Daniel Marshall's ring finger.
Unconsciously, she felt envious of Mrs. Olivia Marshall.
Suddenly, Grace's eyes dimmed.
For a moment, she fell silent, following Daniel Marshall in a daze.
Daniel, tall and straight, walking in the narrow alleyway, made it seem even narrower and seemed to exert a strong oppressive presence.
