Too Heavy for Tears, the Arrogant Cripple Broke Down Chapter 06

Too Heavy for Tears, the Arrogant Cripple Broke Down Chapter 06

We arrived in Mom’s hometown.

Carol picked us up in an old pickup truck with a quilt spread across the back seat. Mom climbed in and pulled me in beside her.

When we reached Carol’s place, she made a south-facing room on the second floor available to us.

It had a bed, a closet, and a desk.

Mom made up my bed and tucked a lavender sachet under my pillow.

“We grow the lavender here ourselves. It helps you sleep.”

On my third day in town, I found a job at a small advertising agency.

There were only six people in the entire company, including the owner.

The owner was Rachel Brooks, a blunt woman who never wasted words.

During my interview, she glanced over my résumé.

“You came from a big company?”

“Yes.”

“None of that matters much here. As long as you can write, you’ll be fine.”

“I can.”

“The pay isn’t great, but you’ll always get paid on time.”

—

“That works for me.”

And just like that, I had a new job.

On my first day, Rachel treated everyone to burgers at a local diner. All six of us crowded around one small table.

No one asked where I had come from, why I had moved there, or what had happened at my previous job.

It was as though my past didn’t matter here. The fact that I was sitting at that table with them was enough.

I didn’t learn what had happened back at my former company until Ryan texted me one evening.

After I left, Evan had called a meeting with the company’s senior executives.

He never mentioned my name.

He asked only one question.

“Were the recent quarterly performance awards handled according to company policy?”

That was all it took.

Dana’s face went white on the spot.

The company later investigated the awards process and discovered that several projects had been credited to the wrong employees.

Dana was removed from management and reassigned to an administrative role.

—

Chloe was asked to resign because she lacked the qualifications required for the role.

There had been no public spectacle, no humiliation in front of the staff, and no mention of me.

Evan had handled it as though he were simply correcting an ordinary workplace issue.

Ryan: [Evan didn’t ask me to tell you any of this. I just thought you deserved to know.]

I stared at the message for a long time before finally replying with one word.

I replied: [Okay.]

I couldn’t quite name the feeling.

It wasn’t vindication or gratitude. It wasn’t even closure.

Evan had done what he could, but none of it had anything to do with me anymore.

Several comments appeared, and their tone was different from before.

[The supervisor was disciplined. The male lead still made sure the female lead got some justice in the end.]

[But it doesn’t matter to the female lead anymore, does it? She already left.]

[Honestly, I felt relieved after the female lead left.]

—

[Same. She was exhausted there.]