Darkstone Code-Chapter 841 - 839: Shocked...

"Good afternoon, Lynch!"

Mrs. Trish walked into Lynch’s house wearing a beautiful fur coat.

It’s unclear what animal’s fur it was made from, but it looked incredibly smooth. You could imagine the silky feel just by brushing your hand over its surface without touching it.

The coat, with its black collar and shiny golden-brown fur, was not cheap. Many people might work their whole lives without being able to afford it.

But it was just one of Mrs. Trish’s many winter outfits, perhaps to be discarded in a couple of years.

Given to a maid at home, or to some servants, or to relatives in the countryside; it’s also a good way to make use of waste.

Not only does it dispose of items with no further need, but it also allows others to recognize her generosity and kindness, which serves as a form of publicity for Mrs. Trish, who is wholeheartedly engaged in public welfare.

Those with love are also very generous.

She took off her hat and handed it to her attendant standing behind her, who was also a woman, about thirty years old, with a mature figure and no trace of youthful innocence on her face.

"When you called me, I canceled all my upcoming appointments right away. You must show me the great thing that made you so eager to display it to me!"

Before Lynch called her, she was supposed to host an event at a welfare home that afternoon. A significant portion of the donations from society was meant to improve the living conditions of women in the welfare home.

The Association for the Protection of Women’s Rights itself is not engaged in commercial operations. It is not a for-profit organization. Its main sources of income are regional policy appropriations and donations from kind-hearted people in society.

Donations need to have a cause. For instance, the First Lady’s previous charity drive aimed to use the funds raised to improve the medical conditions of abandoned babies, giving them better chances of survival.

There are numerous donation projects on the women’s rights side too, with improving the living conditions of girls in welfare homes being one of them.

Sometimes it sounds... unbelievable. If someone said a sum of money was specifically used to improve the lives of boys, feminist organizations would immediately jump out and curse, "This is fucking gender discrimination, you’re discriminating against women."

But when they do it themselves, nobody criticizes them for it. This might relate to why the Federation doesn’t have a Men’s Rights Protection Association.

This also reflects another issue: not fighting or making noise earns you nothing. Only by fighting and making noise will people reluctantly give you something, regardless of their initial willingness.

Unfortunately, today’s schedule got interrupted by a phone call from Lynch.

"You’ll see shortly, please have a seat first!"

After Mrs. Trish sat down, she noticed the maid working nearby and shook her head.

She thought the girl’s uniform skirt was too short; whenever she’d bend over to do some work, her butt would show, which wasn’t a good habit.

Trish, who never had to work hard for her living, loved to tell other women to uphold self-respect and self-love while striving to change society.

She must be trying to take a shortcut by seducing Lynch. What a shameless girl!

Naturally, Mrs. Trish didn’t think the maid’s skirt was short due to Lynch’s request. Given Lynch’s wealth, status, and power, he could have most women in the world. He didn’t need to trouble a maid.

This could only mean the maid was trying to seduce him!

After her assistant placed her coats and accessories, she stood behind Mrs. Trish.

Soon, Lynch walked over with a teenage girl.

The girl was wearing only a loose, oversized men’s shirt. She wasn’t very tall, and the hem reached just above her knees.

When Mrs. Trish saw the girl, she slightly frowned, partly because she didn’t appear to be a Federation citizen.

Although the Federation is a melting pot of races, over the last two or three hundred years, some traits unique to Federation citizens have emerged.

Traits like hair color, skin tone, height, and physique.

The girl was small and thin, with slightly darker skin, clearly not a Federation citizen.

Mrs. Trish’s attention quickly shifted from her appearance to the bruises and scars on her skin exposed outside the clothes.

"What happened to her?" Mrs. Trish asked with some confusion.

She knew some wealthy people enjoyed tormenting the opposite sex or their own kind. There were even rumors that high-ranking officials in the Federation kept some human playthings for entertainment. But she didn’t believe Lynch caused the girl’s injuries.

As gentle and polite as Lynch was, how could he do something like that?

Others must have done it; Lynch would only want to help the girl.

Lynch walked to the sofa, looking at the girl with a smile and slightly nodding.

The girl immediately took off the shirt, standing completely naked in front of Mrs. Trish.

She seemed embarrassed, perhaps due to shame or maybe because it was colder here than in the bedroom, which made sense since Mrs. Trish had just opened the door.

Anyway, goosebumps appeared on her skin, making it more textured and tangible, tightening the wounds and making unhealed parts protrude.

"Oh my God!" Mrs. Tracy exclaimed, "What happened to her, who would do such a thing?"

Neither of them seemed aware that undressing a girl in front of strangers, especially while men were present, was an impolite act; they quickly assumed their roles.

"She is the fiancée of Mike’s younger brother from the Suge tragedy that we’ve been discussing recently, barely an adult."

"In that tragedy, Mike’s family perished, and she, as the only female survivor, has been subjected to inhumane abuse."

"As a Federation citizen, I love this country and everything within it."

"When I learned there was a survivor, I rescued her..."

When Lynch said these words, there was no roar, no scream, no hysterics, nor powerful body language.

He sat on the sofa, holding Mrs. Tracy’s hand, speaking with a calm yet suffocating intensity.

"Please help her, Mrs. Tracy, you’re the only one in the entire Federation who can make this happen!"

Mrs. Tracy nodded solemnly, how could she not be aware of the hot topics recently? Without much hesitation, she agreed to help, "I will, Lynch, you are truly a kind-hearted and good young man."

Lynch smiled somewhat shyly, "When I was poor before, I couldn’t change this society, couldn’t do anything."

"Now that I am capable, I want to do what I can for society, for the country, for humanity’s last moral baseline."

"It might not be much, but I will keep doing it."

Mrs. Tracy held Lynch’s hand firmly, thinking how wonderfully he spoke, he’s truly a handsome, gentle, and kind child.

She turned to look at the girl, beckoning, "Come over here, child..."

The girl walked over, and Mrs. Tracy observed the scars on her up close, some had faded in color while others had not healed.

"How did this happen?" she lightly touched one of the wounds and asked.

The girl’s face turned pale, then red, "They bit me..."

"They?" Mrs. Tracy’s voice rose slightly.

The girl nodded indifferently, "Yes, I don’t know who did it, they kept torturing and tormenting me."

"Such a poor little darling, can you turn around?"

Without hesitation, the girl turned, revealing more scars on her back.

There were whip marks, cigarette burns, knife cuts, and small holes that looked like they were made by something piercing in.

In short, her whole body was wounded, and she was like a toy on the verge of being broken. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Mrs. Tracy raised her hand to wipe upwards under her eyes and slightly tilted her head, "Too horrifying, get her some clothes!"

This command was obviously not directed at Lynch, who looked at the maid, and she went upstairs with Mrs. Tracy’s assistant.

There were some clothes of Penny’s upstairs, she would stay here if she was in Bupen, so sometimes some clothes were left here.

Anyway, to Penny, unable to find clothes meant they were lost, and lost clothes meant she could buy new ones, she didn’t care where those clothes ended up.

The girl, naked for quite a while, finally wore clothes, and she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Tracy touched her hair gently and said, "I will let the world understand everything you’ve been through, although it might be embarrassing as you need to show your scars to more people."

"Of course, we will cover the private areas..."

The girl looked at Lynch, who nodded, "Mrs. Tracy is one of the most influential women’s rights advocates in the Federation, you, as Mike’s younger brother’s fiancée, can also be considered one of us Federation people."

"If you want revenge for Mike’s brother, you must let people know those terrible things indeed happened, do you understand what I mean?"

The girl didn’t speak, but from her expression and attitude, she understood Lynch’s meaning.

Yes, in just one night, the girl transformed from someone originally intending to secure a ship ticket with Mike’s brother to becoming his fiancée.

No matter if Mike’s brother was married domestically, he might have been a fraud, but he had died, leaving behind this little one who suffered greatly.

Should we fuss about those unimportant matters further, causing her more harm?

No, definitely not.

Federation people wouldn’t agree!

Only when we sympathize with the weak do we feel that we are not pitiful!