?<strong>Chapter 814:</strong>


    We also have biscuits. Maybe some milk to go with them?’


    Jete, still at the door, murmured, ‘Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose.


    Really, I’m not hungry.’ However, her stomach betrayed her with a soft growl.


    Earlier that day, Jete had arrived with Lacey, unsuspecting of the festivities in progress.


    They hadn’t anticipated being sidelined at the event, forced to wait while the others celebrated.


    Time passed slowly until Lacey was called away, leaving Jete to be alone.


    It was during this solitude that she crossed paths with R.


    Disenchanted by the previous experience, Jete decided to tell Lacey that she did not wish to return there.


    Noticing her reluctance, Kallie offered a reassuring smile.


    ‘Don’t worry about it.


    Help yourself. The food isplimentary, and you’re not causing me any trouble.’


    Kallie took Jete’s hand and led her inside.


    ‘Choose what you want to eat.


    It’s important to be more assertive sometimes, especially when you’re out.’ Jete looked up at Kallie, with a confused expression.


    ‘Miss Pretty, why are you being so nice to me?’ Kallie smiled at Jete’s sweet question.


    ‘I have children your age.


    Seeing you reminds me of them, and I can’t stand the thought of them or any child being bullied.


    That’s why I try to help where I can.


    It’s about empathy.’


    Jete nodded, though her understanding was partial.


    Then, with a slight tone of envy, shemented, ‘It must be wonderful to be their children.


    They really are very lucky.’


    Kallie, somewhat surprised but patient, exined, ‘You shouldn’t think like that.


    Every parent strives to do their best.


    If your parents love and protect you, they are great parents.


    Other parents may not be the best for you.’


    Jete shook her head, a shadow of sadness crossing her face.


    ‘I don’t have parents anymore.


    They died a long time ago.


    I live with my sister now.’


    Jete spoke with a calmness that belied her age, as if she were discussing something as everyday as the weather.


    Kallie felt a deeper sympathy awaken within her.


    Jete’s maturity, probably shaped by countless challenges, was evident.


    Jete was surprisingly level-headed, which could make one feel very sorry for her.


    However, Kallie knew she could not be there for Jete indefinitely.


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