Things became easier for him, so naturally I didn't have to endure his scolding.
He even praised me, "Cynthia, you are much more useful than those good-for-nothings."
But in fact, I worked so hard just because I didn't want to lose a job that paid over 10,000 dollars a month.
Until one time, when Sheldon finished filming and was having a farewell banquet with the crew, I was molested by a drunk producer.
He protected me with a stern face, picked up food from the table and smashed it on the man's face.
The result was that the film was withdrawn and he had to pay a high termination fee.
But he didn't seem to care.
Instead, he turned around and apologized to my frightened self, "Cynthia, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."
My heart was beating fast at that moment.
Tears followed.
That was the first time someone was willing to protect me when I was bullied.
I don't have any parents. My grandma picked me up and raised me.
However, this world never treats the weak well.
As long as you are weak, there will always be people bullying you.
Even though my grandma was very good to me, I was always called a bastard.