Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 2354

Angeline was truly moved by Roxie's strength.

Meanwhile, Roxie's face was filled with happiness at being able to lie in Mommy's arms. Perhaps because of the fear of death, Roxie opened up her heart and told Mommy about her childhood.

"Mommy, I have a secret that I've been keeping in the bottom of my heart. I was planning on taking it with me to the grave, but I suddenly changed my mind."

Angeline said softly, "Are you going to tell me about it?"

"Yeah."

"I'll listen, Roxie. Take it easy."

Hence, Roxie started telling Angeline about it.

"I was actually over five years old when I was abducted by human traffickers. However, since I was small and frail due to being malnourished for a long time, traffickers mistakenly thought I was just a three or four-year-old child. They firmly believed that when I grew up, I would forget about my parents and would not cause trouble to the organization, so they never put their guards up against me.

"After entering the organization, I was finally able to fill my stomach up and wear warm clothes, so I naturally preferred to forget about my bitter past.

When I was in the military intelligence division, our foster father might've thought that I had established a true father-daughter relationship with him, so he trusted me.

"However, I had never forgotten about the part where I was abducted and sold off, so I knew he was a two-faced person. As a result, I remained obedient while still keeping my guard up against him." Angeline felt her heart getting sore as she listened to the child's story about her life.

A five-year-old child being so clever meant that she must have seen quite a lot to have the ability to discern what someone was thinking about based on their body language. She quietly waited for Roxie's next sentence.

Then, Roxie's soft voice dug into Angeline's heart little by little.

"I will always remember my real name, my home, and my biological parents. Although I remember them, I don't want to look for them because I know they don't love me."

As Roxie was saying these words, tears could not stop streaming down her face.

Angeline knew very well that Roxie was a strong girl. For her to cry in this manner merely showed that her biological family had done a great deal of harm to her. Angeline became a silent listener and never once tried

to chime in.

Roxie continued, "I think it was when

I was three that my father brought back a young and beautiful lady one day. He told me that she would be my new mother from now on. In my memory, my mother had always been on her sickbed, but on that day, she struggled to get up and began waving her fists to beat my dad up.

"She cursed at my dad with the worst possible words one could hear, and my dad did not hold back either. He slapped her fiercely a couple of times. Then, he left with the woman and never came back.

"My mother and I depended on each other. Since my mother couldn't get out of bed, our neighbors would give us something every day. Sometimes, my mother would get so hungry that she would ask me to go from house to house to beg for food."

When Roxie was talking about this, her eyes were completely flushed and her voice sounded choked up.

"In the beginning, there were kind uncles and aunties who would give us food, but sometimes, the things they gave me weren't suitable for my sick mother. So my mom would insult me and make me kneel down, saying that I'm not filial. She said I was only taking food that suited my palate.

"At that time, I was too young and didn't know what my mother liked to eat, so I was often beaten up by her. Over time, our neighbors started resenting my mother. They would only invite me into their house fo dinner and not give me any food to bring back home.

Whenever my mother found out, she would make me take my clothes off and kneel on the ground. When it was cold in winter, I would often get sick.

"I still remember that I got fever

once and it was exceptionally horrible. I cried and wanted my mother to hug me but she would push me away. I would crawl over again without giving up. Even after I crawled to her over and over again, my mother would push me away all the same. Finally, my heart became cold and I lost consciousness."