Chapter 97

"I... I have nothing to repay you with," Lily said, her eyes misting with tears. She knew Terence wanted to help her without expecting anything in return. Whatever he'd ask of her, it would surely be something simple—something she could easily do. Terence looked at her, his deep eyes growing more complex. He didn't press her; with everything she was going through, he didn't want to scare her away. "If you don't want my help, then at least lean on my shoulder. Cry if you need to," he offered, stepping closer to her. She turned her head, her gaze landing on his shoulder. It was broad and strong, offering a rare sense of security. She blinked, and as the tears spilled over, she lowered her head, resting her forehead on his shoulder. The large drops fell onto his sleeve, darkening the green fabric. As one tear after another fell, her body trembled lightly. It was all of it—the resentment, sadness, worry, and pain that Hayden's situation had caused. Terence lifted his hand, about to