Chapter 75

She had no clue that Elliot had helped out too. The whole time, she thought it was all Clayton. If this mess hadn't happened, would she have ever known that the one who really lent a massive hand was actually Elliot? "No need," Elliot said flatly. "I only did it for Mr. Walton." "Well, still, you deserve a thank you." He stayed calm, barely moved. "Doesn't matter. Mr. Walton was good to me back then." Arthur and his wife had always been decent people—honest in business, kind to everyone. Every time Arthur went on a trip and brought a gift for Charisse, he'd also bring something for Elliot. Mrs. Walton knitted scarves for Charisse, and made one for him too. Whenever they hired tutors for Charisse, they'd ask if he wanted to join in. No one in that house ever looked down on him just because he was the help's kid. He'd been treated well during his time there. Elliot glanced at the bandage on her hand, voice cool and distant. "You really have a knack for trouble—either sick or hurt, all th