Nathaniel York saw Matilda Jenkins with red-rimmed eyes, damp hair, and her body reeking of alcohol. She was panic-stricken, like a lost child, utterly miserable.
Nathaniel York frowned, "In such a short time, you've turned yourself into this ghastly mess. Where has your arrogance gone when you faced me?"
Matilda Jenkins held back her tears, daring not to cry, fearing that she would completely break down if she did.
Matilda Jenkins grabbed Nathaniel's hand, her voice trembling, "I can't find it, what should I do?"
Matilda Jenkins didn't hear what Nathaniel said. At her most helpless and desperate moment when she needed someone's help, Nathaniel York appeared.
Matilda Jenkins couldn't even remember what Nathaniel had done before, nor could she recall whether he was good or bad. He was her only acquaintance, the only person she could see in her field of vision, her only reliance and the only hope she could see.
Matilda Jenkins's tears, her helplessness, her vulnerability...