Chapter 3

Grandma Eleanor arrived.

The moment she saw me chained up, her tears instantly fell.

Eleanor quickly walked to my side, reaching out to unlock the chain, but my dad, Roger, who had just come out, blocked her.

"What are you doing here?"

Eleanor glared at my dad, trembling with rage.

"Roger! This child is your own daughter, how can you chain her up like a dog and try to sell her? Are you even human?!"

Dad impatiently shook Eleanor off.

"My selling my daughter, what does that have to do with you? This is my family business, mind your own!"

Eleanor's face turned red with anger. She pointed a finger at Dad's nose, cursing him.

"Mind my business? You're hitting my own daughter! You're selling my own granddaughter! You're not fit to be a husband, not fit to be a father! How could Sarah have been so blind as to marry a piece of trash like you!"

Dad grew impatient with the scolding.

"My son needs food, I need my drinks. If I don't sell this dead weight, where will the money come from?"

Then he squinted and stretched out his hand towards Eleanor. "Or why don't you give me your pension money for my drinks first?"

Eleanor's face flushed crimson, clutching her chest, she stumbled backward.

Dad grew even more brazen: "If you're so reluctant to part with this worthless burden, then you can go to Mr. Jenkins' house with her, you two are about the same age anyway!"

Eleanor's face turned purple, clutching her chest, she collapsed to the ground.

She stared wide-eyed at the gray sky, her lips trembled a few times, as if wanting to say something, but in the end, not a single word came out.

"Eleanor!"

I cried out in alarm, trying to crawl over and help her, but the chains held me tight, unable to move.

Eleanor lay on the ground, her face turning ashen. She stretched out her hand, but before she could speak, her eyes slowly closed.

Mom's legs gave out, and she collapsed beside Eleanor, crying hysterically.

"Mom! Mom! Don't scare me! Wake up!"

Dad also froze, mostly sobered up, but his face showed no hint of regret or panic, only intense irritation and disgust.

He frowned, spitting on the ground.

"Ugh! Fing bad luck! Couldn't she at least die somewhere else? Dirtying up my yard!"

At his words, Mom's body stiffened. She slowly raised her head, looking at Dad, her eyes filled with disbelief, and a cold, desperate look I'd never seen before.

Her tears still fell, but she no longer cried out loud, just stared fixedly at Dad, as if looking at a stranger.

Dad looked uncomfortable under her gaze, and kicked her.

"What are you standing there for? Get this old hag out of here! Dump her in the wilderness behind the mountain! Don't let her be an eyesore!"

After saying that, he turned and went into the bedroom.

She stopped crying. Her gaze swept over Eleanor, then returned to the chains on me.

Her eyes suddenly cleared.

"Come on, let's run away together."

I was overjoyed, hastily pulling out the diary to ask.

"What's the next step?"

Just then, the diary began to rustle again.

[Wait!]