Chapter 1653: Farm
Gangs, illegal dealings, crimes, violence—if one was surrounded by those things with every breath, every day, one would eventually get used to it. Or perhaps... become numb to it.
That’s what Priscilla called it.
Jason got used to it. And eventually, so did she.
After all, they weren’t good people. They’d made countless selfish decisions, hurt others for their own benefit, and indulged in everything the underworld had to offer.
But the gig they agreed to take—just because it paid more than reselling illegal substances—seemed like a better deal at the time. They were still deep in debt, but not as badly as before.
Had they known how far this would drag them into hell, they wouldn’t have agreed so easily. In fact, they wouldn’t have even considered it. But they did—no longer purely out of desperation, but out of the naive hope that this might make their lives easier.
And it did... for a while. But not for long.
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[PRESENT TIME]
Priscilla let out a deep sigh, keeping her eyes low. "I know you won’t understand. And if I could go back, I would’ve just accepted Jason’s decision. Maybe... maybe if I had, none of this would have happened."
"His parents wouldn’t have lost the son they raised. Jessa wouldn’t have lost the brother who stood by her through thick and thin." She paused, her lips twisting into a bitter smile. "And maybe... I would’ve met someone else. Someone who would’ve led me down a better path. Someone who wouldn’t leave me without reason... or at least someone who would’ve told me when I was wrong."
She let out a hollow, mocking laugh. "If only... If only I could go back. I wouldn’t—we wouldn’t have had to go through all of that."