Chapter 52

I sank further into the chair, my shoulders sagging. Tears welled up in my eyes. I felt so helpless. "It's all because of me," I blamed myself. "I'm not good enough. I can't even take care of my family. Because of my inadequacy, you are in this trouble. It's my fault." I sobbed. "Anna, don't blame yourself." He approached me and squatted in front of me, holding my hands. His gaze was pleading. "I accepted the offer willingly. Trust me. I didn't suffer mental and physical trauma. My client is kind to me. He doesn't hurt me." "What?" I couldn't believe I was hearing this. When I looked at him clearly, I saw no remorse or even a flicker of hesitation. It was as if he didn't hate this job, as if he liked being that mysterious person's secret lover. "That person is a mobster," I reminded him. "How could you even trust him? He hasn't hurt you yet, but what assurance do you have that he won't in the future? This is too dangerous." "I know it's dangerous, but... I don't know—I have faith in hi