Chapter 8

The first time I saw Sarah, she was already six months pregnant. When I asked her age, I almost couldn't hold back my tears.

She was younger than I was back then. She was even younger than I was...

I lifted her clothes, and her body was covered in bruises.

"Why are you here? Didn't Adam say he went out to work?"

The last shred of hope in my heart was collapsing, fearing the words she might say would tear me apart, but the truth was right there in front of me, ready to shred me to pieces.

"I don't know... Adam said he would bring me back to live a good life... I didn't know..."

The girl's mental state was already disoriented. As she sensed my approach, she covered her ears and backed away, just like I did back then. This was the stress response from being tortured for too long.

Adam walked in and saw me, and he smiled brightly, "Mom, she's carrying your grandson. Can you help me take care of her?"

Fear and despair spread throughout my body. Taking care of her? What good life could we have in this house?

If he really wanted to take care of her, why would he torture her like this?

"You tell me, what have you been doing outside? What did you do to this girl?"

Tears filled my eyes, and Adam stood in front of me, his whole figure blurry to me.

He just sneered and casually said,

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