Chapter 192
Gabriel took a look at Johanna’s hand. Her skin wasn’t very fair, a bit yellowish, and the burn wasn’t too bad.
But Gabriel felt that Johanna had been wronged, he was really upset and concerned, asking, “What happened? Go take a cold shower!”
It’s December now, and this tea–egg–sugar water from the canteen has already cooled down, no way it’s hot enough to burn anyone.
Lizzie knew deep down that once you’re dead, you can’t come back, just like Theron in a past life.
No matter how she reminded him, Theron just thought she was nagging.
Now Lizzie only showed respect to the men surrounding Johanna, she didn’t interfere.
After the two people left, Isaias felt really awkward, “Maybe I should find another technician to come over…”
“No, Mr. Hatfield, can I take a walk around the factory?”
She wanted to see if she could run into Tabitha.
Lizzie walked around the workshop, visiting the factory that Tabitha often talked about in the previous life but couldn’t enter because of the
stain.
In the previous life, she couldn’t go out to work. Theron almost gave all his wages to Johanna and sent them back home. She had hardly any money in her hands, living frugally, patching up her socks when they
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were torn.
Tabitha felt sorry for her, said she had to go to work, and left her little daughter with her to take care of.
One time, Tabitha’s daughter got a fever, so she went to the factory to find someone. After some persuasion, the security guard finally let her in, only to be recognized by a neighbor, Mattie Flynn, who she had a bad relationship with.
Mattie told the security guard that she was a thief, and he couldn’t let someone like that in, so he pushed her out.
That security guard, he wasn’t the one I just met at the door.
She asked the gatekeeper to call Tabitha out again, but no one believed her and refused to do so. As a result, the little girl almost burned her brain, and in the end, she managed to survive, but lost her hearing in
one ear.
Lizzie felt super guilty, kept blaming herself, “If it wasn’t for her, the little girl might not have become deaf.”
Thinking about these past events, Lizzie was suddenly bumped into by someone who rushed out from between the machines.
She only felt a force hitting her shoulder, and a dull pain followed.
Her body was jolted by the impact, and at the same time, a military green shoe “plopped” down at her feet.
That shoe was brand new, not a speck of dust or wear on the sole.
Lizzie didn’t really care, so she just instinctively bent down to help pick up the shoe for the other person.
However, just as her fingers were about to touch the liberation shoes, a
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hand faster than hers snatched the shoes back abruptly.
Lizzie’s finger got caught in the shoelace and when it was pulled like that, her finger hurt.
She slowly lifted her head and saw a familiar face that looked pale and flustered.
It’s Mattie.
At that moment, Mattie was clutching the shoe she had snatched back tightly, like holding a hot potato.
Lizzie’s eyes scanned over those shoes, estimating they were at least size 42.
Mattie was petite, her shoe size was only 36, these shoes definitely weren’t hers.
A word popped into her mind – “steal!”
Mattie noticed Lizzie’s gaze and tried to hide her shoes behind her.
The arm just moved a bit, then stiffly stopped in midair.
In front of Lizzie, she seemed embarrassed to make such an obvious attempt to hide, like “there’s no smoke without fire.”
So, she just stood there holding the shoe, cheeks a little red, eyes darting around.
Lizzie quietly watched her, with a sarcastic smile playing at the corner of her lips.
That’s ridiculous.
In the previous life, it was this Mattie. Whenever there was a little
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friction between the two, they would call her a “thief” and curse her for being “unclean.”
She couldn’t explain clearly, often at a loss for words.
Now, the person who used to point at her and call her a thief is actually a real thief.
It’s kind of ironic.
In this life, Lizzie didn’t marry Theron, didn’t go to the Research Institute Residential Building, and Mattie didn’t know her.
Mattie was driving Lizzie crazy, her heart was racing uncontrollably.
She forced herself to stay calm, trying to use her sharp voice to cover up the panic inside.
“Who are you? Why are you sneaking around here all alone?”
Mattie’s eyes widened, and she spoke with a hint of deliberate exaggeration.
“Are you some relative sneaking into the workshop to steal something?”
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