Echoes of Unrequited Love

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Chapter 41

Hogan and | finally parted ways on a sour note..

But this taround, | wasn’t freaking out.

Sure, Hogan was a tough cookie, but with Cecilia in the picture, he'd got his Achilles’ heel

Had a dreamless night, and when | woke up, my phone was buzzing with a few unread

messages.

They were from Tina.

We hit it off at Darren’s birthday bash and added each other.

[Xaviera, are you and Darren actually an item now?]

She was fishing for sjuicy gossip.

It seemed that she caught wind of that post too.

| had no choice but to run through the whole spiel | gave Cecilia yesterday, and ended it with [Doa solid and

clear the air with the rest of the gang, will ya?]

Tina was a peach, and she agreed right away.

But thinking about how all this might affect Darren, | was still feeling edgy, so | gave him a ring.

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“This is why you’re blowing up my phone first thing in the morning?” Darren asked in his usual laid-back tone,

sounding a bit miffed, “Xaviera, do you really think I'm that petty?”

“Darren.”

“And besides, to be linked with you, Xaviera, is an honor for me.”

Darren cutoff, his voice as warm and comforting as the autumn sun at its zenith.

“I'm tied up at the moment, you go on with your day.”

I quickly hung up.

Of course, | wasn't trying to brush Darren off on purpose. | had to check in on my uncle today-it was his second

day here in Rivertown.

He was staying in a no-frills residential area in the eastern part of Rivertown.

When | got to the staff dorm with sfruit, his colleague toldmy uncle had the morning shift and was

already out patrolling the commercial street.

| politely handed out ssnacks to everyone and then headed to the street corner to look for him.

| hadn’t gone far when | heard my uncle's intermittent voice. My heart skipped a beat, and | hurried over.

There was this middle-aged woman with dyed yellow hair, red lips, and dressed to the nines in Chanel style,

pointing fingers at my uncle.

“When did our neighborhood lose its class? Are we hiring security guards or inviting trouble?”

My usually meek uncle was nervously clasping his hands, apologizing to the woman while stuttering. “I just

thought n-nobody wanted it, I-I’'m not a thief.”

His dark skin glistened with sweat, and his eyes were filled with embarrassment.

“Uncle!”

My uncle Jason turned at the sound of my voice, and a genuine smile briefly crossed his simple face before he

looked down again, clearly uncomfortable.

Jason had a stutter his whole life.

Probably worried about embarrassing me, he hung his head low, looking like he was caught red-handed.

| stepped in front of him and asked the woman, “Ma’am, seems like there’s been smisunderstanding?”

She tilted her chin up arrogantly, “And you are? Related to this thief?”

Her calling him a “thief” drew a small crowd.

“Ma’am, you're calling my uncle a thief. Got any proof?” | glanced at the cardboard boxes at her feet, speaking

with authority.

The woman probably didn’t expectto push back so hard. She pointed atand said, “Denying it, huh? | had

my cardboard boxes sitting right outside my door, and he just takes. them without a word. Isnt that stealing?”

| got the picture right away.

Jason had been a pushover his whole life, always on the receiving end of bullying; he’d never stoop to petty

theft.

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| glanced over at the snack shop and said, “Ma’am, this is a commercial street. The area where you dumped your

cardboard is managed by the property company. Since my uncle works here. he’s naturally obliged to keep the

street clean. As for stealing.”

| paused, then continued, “Ma’am, who would steal something in broad daylight?”

The woman was left speechless by my argument, stomping her foot in frustration, “He just took the boxes

without saying a word. Isn't that theft!”

| turned to my uncle and asked patiently. “Is that what happened?”

Jason looked at me, shook his head, and managed to say, “I-I told the shopkeeper.”

Now the woman had no comeback.

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The onlookers couldn’t stand it either, chiming in. “It's just a few cardboard boxes, no need to make a mountain

out of a molehill.”

“Exactly, give the security guard a break, don’t nitpick.”

The more the woman listened, the more annoyed she became, waving us off. “Alright, alright, that’s enough, off

you go!”

Her gesture was like she was shooing away a beggar.

Watching my uncle’s unwillingness to make a fuss, | felt a bitter taste in my mouth.

Just because he stuttered and couldn’t talk smoothly, this woman thought she could trample on his dignity in

public?

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