The kid was kicking and screaming, making it impossible for Ellinor to control him. She had no choice but to put him down again, “Fine, we’ll stay put for now. Chill here for a bit longer”

Baber was back on the ground, retreating to a corner like he’d seen a ghost, curling up into a ball, and hugging his knees tightly.

Ellinor looked at his pathetic state, and her brow furrowed, “I’ll be out of here soon. How long do you think you can hide here by yourself? What will you do if you get hungry or thirsty? The Howards will find you sooner or later.”

The word find sent shivers down Baber’s spine, scaring the hell out of him.

Ellinor couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. She’d been in his shoes, alone and helpless.

Her unreliable mother had entrusted her to Arnold Mendoza out of desperation. However, Arnold dumped her with country relatives instead.

At the Mendozas’ country relatives’ house, she was even more of an outsider. They only took her in to get Arnold’s monthly child support.

It turned out that Arnold only paid for two months and never did so again.

From then on, the relatives treated her even worse, not even letting her share meals.

knew she was an unwanted child and made a game

was often bullied by older kids because no one cared about her and no one

pushed into a dried-up well at the edge of the village. She was stuck there for three days and nights, and her cries for

still felt sick thinking about that fear, desperation, and helplessness.

a single relative came looking for her.

and pulled her out of the well. He publicized her ordeal, sparking a

do anything because of the public pressure. Once the fuss died down, they sent her off

The meals were bland but better than the scraps

one bullied

the convent was nice, and she cared

and borrowed money for Ellinor’s schooling, giving her a chance

and secretly running her

she repaid Karan, renovated the convent, and made sure those who bullied her got their

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