Chapter 207 You Can Come to Me


    The Jackmans have some nerves!


    In a split second, a cold, murderous glint shed in Ronald’s cycs.


    It was time to reshuffle the elite families of Cloudville.


    Maybe because they were standing so close, Tracy caught the flicker of emotion in his gaze-and for a moment, she froze,


    In her mind, Ronald had always been bright, sunny, open, and sincere. His eyes were as clear as a newborn’s, never clouded by any negative feelings.


    She was still stunned when she suddenly felt his cool fingertips touch her swollen cheek. “Does it hurt?” he asked.


    Tracy came back to her senses and turned her head slightly, feeling uneasy.


    “It’s fine.”


    She didn’t say whether it hurt or not. She only said it was fine.


    She’d endured far worse-that’s why. She had long grown used to the way the Jackmans treated her, so the small injuries no longer bothered her.


    Ronald understood what she meant, and his eyes darkened slightly. He remembered the first time they met-how she’d treated his wounds and said, “You get used to it after taking enough hits.”


    He had looked into her background and knew she had grown up cherished by the Jackmans. The worst years hade after Erin returned, but even that did not seem enough to make her say something like that.


    The only gap in the records was the two years the Jackmans had supposedly “sent her abroad.” He couldn’t find any information at all—not even proof she had left the country.


    It should have been impossible for the Jackmans to erase Tracy’s tracks.


    What had CeeCee gone through during those two years?


    Ronald wanted to know more than anything, but he also knew this was the one secret she least wanted to talk about—just like those ten graves. 1


    1


    If she didn’t want to tell him, he would never force her.


    Pushing all those thoughts aside, Ronald took Tracy’s hand and led her back to the car. Once there, he pulled out the medicine he had bought on the way.


    Besides the handprint and belt marks on her face, she also had scratches and scrapes all over her body. Ronald treated each one with care, then gently pressed an ice pack to her face.


    He stayed silent, but his lips were pressed tight, and his mood was visibly tense.


    Chapter 207 You Can Come to M


    Sensing it, Tracy reached for the towel wrapped around the ice pack. “I can do it myself.”


    Before she could touch it, Ronald grabbed her wrist.


    They were close to each other, and his eyes felt like a bottomless whirlpool, pulling her in.


    His voice was unusually serious. “CeeCee, you don’t have to handle everything on your own. You cane


    to me.”


    Tracy’s heart skipped a beat.


    She understood exactly what he meant.


    He wanted her to see him as someone she could rely on.


    Over all the time they’d spent together, he had reminded himself more than once that she was the only person he had in this world.


    Their eyes met, and in each other’s gaze, they saw reflections of themselves-along with emotions neither of them could fully understand.


    After a long moment, Tracy still said nothing, but she slowly pulled her hand back from his grip.


    Ronald smiled faintly, and he continued pressing the ice pack gently against her cheek.


    Maybe it was the tenderness of his movements, or maybe she no longer felt the constant need to stay tense as she did in the Jackman Vi, Tracy’s eyelids grew heavy. Before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep.


    Feeling her steady breathing, Ronald draped his jacket over her and continued tending to her injuries, his touch even gentler now.


    He knew she didn’t want Franklin to worry, so any swelling or visible wounds on her face had to be reduced or hidden as quickly as possible.


    If he hadn’te tonight, Tracy might not have been able to get any rest at all.


    That night, Ronald stayed by her side without sleeping or doing anything else.


    Later, in the early hours, he saw Andrew’s car return. Something sparked in his mind, and he sent a


    message.


    Originally, he had nned to just teach Andrew a lesson for hurting Tracy.


    But now he has changed his mind.


    He would dig a deeper trap-not just for Andrew, but for the entire Jackmans.


    After that night’s chaos, the Jackmans were unusually quiet.


    Everyone silently agreed to hide the scandal from Franklin, not just because of Tracy’s earlier warning, but because they didn’t dare let him know.


    But Franklin had lived a long life-there was no way he wouldn’t notice the strange tension in the house.


    Especially with Daphne asionally shooting Tracy angry, wary looks, as if she feared Tracy might do something.


    Feeling worried, he asked, “Tracy, are you hiding something from me?”


    Tracy knew Franklin wasn’t easily fooled. She kept her expression calm and replied, “No, I’m fine. I’m not very close with the Jackmans these days-that’s just how we are.”


    Since she sounded natural, Franklin didn’t suspect anything. He knew she could never go back to the way things were with the Jackmans. He just felt disappointed and heartbroken for her.


    Tracy should have been cherished like a precious jewel. How had she ended up like this?


    Tracy pretended not to notice the worry in his eyes and focused instead on caring for him, helping him take his medicine and settle in for his nap.


    Franklin still napped every day, and now that he was older, he fell asleep more quickly.