“Diana, are you awake? Don't worry, we have already dealt with the police. We will definitely not let those beasts go this time.”
I stared at the ceiling with empty eyes as I pleaded, “Please, let me go, I have nothing left..."
In fact, I knew in my heart that those beasts in the education school were guilty, but in the final analysis, it was Jordon who sent his two daughters to that hell.
The culprit was not those beasts, but the child’s biological father, Jordon.
My sister-in-law's shoulders froze and then she spoke softly as if she had made up her mind, “Okay, I'll go tell Grandpa.”
Watching my sister-in-law leaving, I finally could not hold back my tears anymore, as if I wanted to cry out all the grievances I had suffered over the years.
I came to the Howell Family when I was eight years old. That year, Jordon was the same age as me.
Mr. Howell and my grandfather were comrades-in-arms, bound by a lifelong friendship after my grandfather saved his life on the battlefield.
After my parents passed away in separate accidents, my grandfather raised me. But when I was eight, he, too, passed away.
Left alone, I was taken in by Mr. Howell and brought into the Howell Family.