"Good afternoon, Lynch!"
Ms. Tracy walked into Lynch's house wearing a beautiful fur coat.
She didn't know what animal it was made of, but it looked very smooth. She didn't need to touch it to imagine the smoothness of her hand when she caressed its surface.
The black collar was accompanied by golden brown shiny fur. The price of this coat was not cheap. Many people might work for a lifetime and still not be able to afford it.
But it was only one of Ms. Tracy's many winter clothes, and it might be eliminated in two years.
Giving it to the maids, servants, or relatives in the countryside was also a good way to make use of waste.
Not only did she get rid of those things that had no meaning to continue existing, but she could also let people recognize her generosity and kindness. This was also a kind of publicity for Ms. Tracy, who was devoted to public welfare.
People with love were also very generous.
She took off her hat and handed it to the attendant behind her. It was also a woman, about 30 years old, with a mature figure and a completely faded face.
"When you called me, I immediately put off all the next work. You have to let me see what good thing it is that you can't wait to show it to me!"
Before Lynch called her, she was supposed to go to the orphanage in the afternoon for an activity. There were a lot of donations from society, and part of them were used to improve the living environment of the women in the orphanage.
The Women's Rights Protector Association itself did not have the ability to operate. It was not a profit-making organization. Its main income came from some local policy allocations and donations from kind-hearted people in society.
There must be a reason for donations. For example, the First Lady's charity donation before. She wanted to use the funds raised to improve the medical conditions of abandoned babies, so that they would have a better chance of survival.
The Women's Rights Protector Association also had many donation projects, and improving the living conditions of the girls in the orphanage was one of them.
In fact, sometimes it sounded … incredible. If someone said that a sum of money was used to improve the lives of boys, there would immediately be people from the Women's Rights Protector Association who jumped out and pointed at the nose and shouted, "You are f * cking sexist, you are discriminating against women."
But when they did it themselves, no one would criticize them. This might have something to do with the fact that the Federation didn't have a men's rights protection association.
At the same time, this also reflected another problem. If you don't fight or make a fuss, you won't get any benefits. Only by fighting and making a fuss would people be unable to resist giving you something, whether they were willing or not at the beginning.
Unfortunately, today's schedule was interrupted by a phone call from Lynch.
"You'll be able to see it later. Please take a seat first!"
After Ms. Trish sat down, she noticed the maid working at the side and shook her head.
She felt that the girl's uniform skirt was too short. As long as she bent down to do some work, people could see her butt. This was not a good habit.
Ms. Tracy, who had never worked hard for her own life, liked to say that women had to maintain self-respect and self-love while working hard to change society.
She must be trying to take a shortcut to seduce Lynch. What a shameless girl!
Of course, Ms. Trish didn't think that the maid's skirt was too short because of Lynch's request. With Lynch's wealth, status, and power, he could enjoy most of the women in the world. There was no need to make things difficult for a maid.
This could only mean that the maid was trying to seduce him!
After Ms. Trish's assistant placed her coat and accessories, she stood behind Ms. Trish.
Not long after, Lynch came over with the teenage girl.
The girl was only wearing a loose-fitting man's jacket. She wasn't very tall, and the hem of the jacket just reached her knees.
When Ms. Trish saw the girl, she frowned slightly. On one hand, she didn't look like someone from the Federation.
Although the Federation was also a multi-racial group, in the past two to three hundred years of evolution, there were still some characteristics unique to the Federation people.
For example, their hair, skin color, height, and body shape.
This girl was thin and small, and her skin was darker. She was definitely not from the Federation.
Ms. Trish's attention quickly shifted from her appearance to the bruises and scars on her exposed skin.
"What happened to her?"
Ms. Trish asked doubtfully.
She knew that some rich people liked to abuse the opposite sex or their own kind. There were even rumors that the Federation's higher-ups kept some slaves for entertainment. However, she didn't think that the scars on the girl's body were caused by Lynch.
Lynch was such a gentle and polite person. How could he do such a thing?
It must be someone else. Lynch only wanted to help this girl.
Lynch walked to the sofa and looked at the girl. He smiled and nodded slightly.
The girl immediately took off her clothes and was completely naked in front of Ms. Trish.
Maybe it was because of shame, or maybe it was because of other reasons. For example, the temperature here was colder than the bedroom. After all, Ms. Trish had just opened the door.
In short, a layer of goosebumps appeared on her body, which made her skin more three-dimensional and textured. The tightened skin also closed some of the wounds, and the unhealed wounds squeezed outward.
"Oh my god!"
Ms. Trish exclaimed. "What happened to her? Who did this?"
Neither of them seemed to realize that it was impolite to let a girl strip naked in the presence of strangers and even men. Both of them quickly got into their roles.
"She is the fiancée of Mike's brother in the Suge tragedy that we have been talking about. She has just come of age."
"In that tragedy, Mike's family has been killed, and as the only female survivor, she has been suffering inhuman abuse."
"As a member of the Federation, I love this country and everything in this country."
"When I found out that there were still survivors, I saved her …"
When Lynch said these words, he didn't roar, he didn't roar, and he didn't use hysterical or powerful body language.
He just sat on the sofa, holding Ms. Trish's hand, and said these words with a very calm but breathless strength.
"Please help her, Ms. Trish. Now in the entire Federation, you are the only one who can do this!"
Ms. Trish nodded painfully. How could she not know about the hot topics recently? She agreed with almost no hesitation. "I will, Lynch. You are really a kind and kind-hearted young man."
Lynch smiled shyly. "When I was very poor, I didn't have the ability to change this society, and I didn't have the ability to do anything."
"Now that I have the ability, I want to do my best for this society, for this country, and for the moral bottom line of our human beings."
"Maybe not too much, but I will always do it."
Ms. Trish shook Lynch's hand hard. How well said! He was indeed a handsome, gentle, and kind boy.
She turned to look at the girl and waved. "Come to me, child …"
The girl walked over, and Ms. Trish looked at the wounds on her body closely. Some of them were lighter in color, and some had not healed.
"How did this happen?"
She asked as she stroked one of the wounds.
The girl's face was a little pale and a little red. "They bit me …"
"They?"
Ms. Trish raised her voice slightly.
The girl nodded indifferently. "Yes, I don't know who did this, but they have been abusing and torturing me."
"What a poor baby, can you turn around?"
The girl turned around without any hesitation, revealing more wounds on her back.
There were traces of whips, cigarette burns, and some cuts made by knives. There were also some small holes that seemed to have been left behind after something had pierced into it.
In short, there were wounds all over her body. She was a toy that was about to be broken.
Ms. Trish raised her hand and scratched her lower eyelid. Then she raised her head slightly. "It's terrible, give her a piece of clothing!"
This tone of command was obviously not directed to Lynch. Lynch looked at the maid, and the maid took Ms. Trish's assistant to the second floor.
There were some clothes for Penny on the second floor. If she was in Boone, she would come here to live, so sometimes some of her clothes would be left here.
Anyway, for Penny, if she couldn't find them, she would lose them. Losing them meant that she could buy new clothes. She didn't care where those clothes went.
The girl, who had been naked for a long time, finally put on her clothes. She seemed to be relieved.
Ms. Trish stroked her hair and said softly, "I will let the whole world know what you have experienced, but it may be a little embarrassing because you have to let more people see your wounds."
"Of course, we will cover up those private parts..."
The girl looked at Lynch. Lynch nodded. "Ms. Trish is one of the most influential women's rights defenders in the Federation. You are Mike's brother's fiancée, so you can be said to be a member of our Federation."
"If you want to avenge Mike's brother, you have to let people know that those terrible things did happen. Do you understand what I mean?"
The girl didn't speak, but from her expression and attitude, she understood what Lynch meant.
Yes, in just one night, the girl went from a girl who wanted to kidnap Mike's brother to get a ticket to his brother's fiancée.
Regardless of whether Mike's brother was married in the country or not, he might be a liar. But he was dead, leaving behind this little girl who had suffered a lot.
Was he going to care about those unimportant things at this time and hurt her further?
No, he wouldn't.
The Federation wouldn't agree!
Only when we sympathize with the weak will we feel that we are not pitiful!