Spoiled by Mr. Russell

Chapter 1666

Austin groggily opened his eyes, but his eyelids felt so heavy that he gradually closed them again.He did not know how much time had passed, and it felt like a year later when he reopened his eyes.He saw a wooden roof instead of the unnerving white ceiling.He then looked around him and saw a closet, desk, chair, the bed he was lying on, and the blanket...

Everything was not the cold and hard stuff he had before.

Almost subconsciously, he lifted his hand and slapped himself.

‘Ouch, that hurts!’ However, he was glad he felt pain.

‘This isn’t a dream!’ In other words, he finally escaped and no longer needed to suffer in that hellhole.

He eagerly tried to get off the bed, but the moment he removed the blanket and his feet touched the floor, he went limp and almost dropped to his knees if he had not propped himself up.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

voice was familiar and yet so

slowly looked over his shoulder toward the source of the voice, fearing he

wrinkled, impatient, yet kind.Tears welled up in Austin’s cycs as

called out in his quavering

impatiently, "You're a grownup, yet you cry so easily like

and said, "I-I won’t. I won’t cry if

despite what he said, the more he tried to wipe his tears,

"You idi#t!"

the tray, walked over to take

stain my

"Yes, yes."

sniffled hard, finally getting a grip on himself.He calmed himself and asked, "Granduncle

himself, surprised he had on a fresh set of clothes while the few wounds on him were dressed and bandaged.He had no idea how long he had slept and how