Vincent pulled her close and urged me with a frown. “Didn't you see Evelyn getting wet in the rain? Don't forget that obeying my orders is your duty.”
He was right; I should obey his orders. But the employment contract had already expired two years ago.
Back then, Evelyn left without saying a word and went abroad, leaving Vincent devastated. He drowned himself in alcohol daily and developed severe bipolar disorder.
One day, while he was drinking at a bar, he saw me being harassed by some men while I was working part-time.
I resisted and those men tried to drag me into a private room by force. Vincent, holding a wine bottle, charged at them, resulting in a bloody brawl.
To express my gratitude for saving me, I insisted on taking care of him at the hospital.
When Mrs. Cross saw that he didn’t reject me and that his bipolar episodes hadn’t recurred for several days because of my presence, she consulted a doctor. Afterward, she decisively brought me an employment contract.
"I will give you 700 thousand dollars for three years to stay by Vincent's side as his personal caretaker."