Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

"What have you been through?"

Ebby felt that she was a little speechless.

In fact, it wasn't that she hadn't thought about what a three-year-old child would go through after being lost. It was only when she saw that Alison was now intact as she stood in front of her that she comforted herself that everything was okay.

Perhaps Alison was lucky, or perhaps the ancestors of the Close family blessed her. Alison had come back safe and sound, right?

For Alison, there were so many things she didn't want to say at first, but now she couldn't help it.

Alison sneered and said, "I was only three years old. I remember very clearly that a bearded man told me that my aunt was waiting for me over there and asked me to come with him. I didn't go, but he simply covered my mouth with a handkerchief. A pungent smell hit me and then I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I found myself in a mountain. The family was poor and lived in shacks, but they had bought me."

"I thought I finally had a home. I don't care if they are not my real parents or if they are just total strangers. At least I wasn't alone. Can you understand what it's like for a three-year-old to wake up seeing all those strangers and strange surroundings? I was scared, I was afraid, I screamed, but all I got was a brutal beating."

"The woman was so mean looking and hit me so hard with the whip in her hand. I was knocked unconscious and no one cared if I lived or died. When I woke up again, I was thrown on the straw with only cold, hard bread around me. Do you think that was the worst of it? No, it wasn't."

Alison clenched her hands into fists while her eyes were bloodshot and she said, word for word, "That family had a son who was sick. They had no money to cure their son, so they had to go to the mountains and pick herbs. But they were not doctors and did not know what kind of herbs would be useful for their son's illness. So they bought me for the simple purpose of trying out the herbs for her son!"

"Every herb her son took had to be taken by me first. Only when I had no reaction would she feed it to her son. There were many times when I thought I really could not bear so much pain that I vomited and wanted to die immediately, but every time I miraculously survived. Did you ever think at that time that your niece would go through this?"

Ebby froze.

thought about

hadn't thought

thought that the worst thing was that Alison had been thrown out on the streets begging with her legs broken

know that Alison would actually be worse off

burst

however, smiled brightly, while tears

for four years! For over a thousand days and nights, I didn't look forward to growing up quickly, but to dying sooner so that I could be relieved. That mountain was far, far away from the outskirts of the city. I tried to escape once but failed. When I was caught, I was once again beaten to a pulp. Then when I was seven years old, my foster father tied me

"Stop it! Stop it!"

If she listened any longer, she would

and said, "I thought at that time that I must have committed a heinous sin in my past life, otherwise why would God do this to me? But when my foster mother came back and saw what my foster father had done to me, instead of blaming my foster father, she punished me and blamed me, saying that I had seduced my foster father. Does a seven-year-old

"Alison, stop it."

I killed my foster father myself when I was eight, stabbed my foster mother, took all their money, ran alone through the mountains for three days and nights before I saw a bus, then rode it to the outskirts of the city and passed out from starvation in

parents raised me for four years and I

voice was as soft as a feather falling gently on the surface of a lake,

"Alison!"

Close finally couldn't help herself and ran out from behind the

suffered so much when you were a child? I don’t deserve to be your mother. I

fearing that if she