When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 983

Chapter 983

I nodded. My mind was still a wreck.

By the time the children finished eating, the sun had long disappeared below the horizon. Thematriarch lay down some mats in the small house. Brandon explained that this situation could not behelped and urge us to make do. We were going to return the next day.

Boris was afraid that I could catch a cold at night. He forced the woman to bring out all the blankets inthe house. Alas, it was still not warm enough and I snuggled next to the children.

In the middle of the night, my freezing feet kept sleep at bay. I curled into a ball. At this moment, ayoung girl’s voice called out. “Ma’am!”

I wondered if my mind was playing tricks on me and did not react immediately. But I soon heard thelittle girl’s voice again. “Are you asleep, Ma’am?”

This time, I was sure that the child was addressing me. I got over my astonishment and replied, “No.What’s up?”

I sat up and noticed that the little girl was squatted next to me. “Mommy told me that I have to go withyou tomorrow. She said we’ll have delicious food in the city. Can you bring my sister too? She alsowants to go to the city,” she said.

Her words took me off guard. I pulled her closer to me and wrapped her cold body with a blanket. “Whydo you want your sister to come with us?”

The child did not move. Although she felt frightened, she responded, “Ma’am, you smell so good. Yousmell much better than Mommy.”

I could not help but smile as I waited for her reply.

However, she seemed wholly distracted by my scent. I asked again, “Little girl, why does your sisterwant to go to the city? How old is she?”

She focused on my question this time. “She’s seventeen years old. Mommy says that she’s old enoughto get married. She buried herself in her education, but Daddy won’t let her study anymore. He wantsher to get married but she doesn’t want to. Mommy locked her up in the barn because of this. I feel sosad for my sister. She hasn’t eaten in days. But, Mommy will starve her to death if she continues toreject the marriage proposal.”

The child’s words stunned me and I did not know how to respond. Soon, I collected myself and asked,“Can you take me to see your sister?”

She nodded and stood up. Despite being barefooted, she seemed ready to walk out. I pulled her backand whispered, “It’s cold outside. You should put on more clothes and wear shoes.”

She seemed blasé as she replied, “It’s fine. I’m not cold. My siblings and I have gone barefoot in colderwinters than this. Mommy says that we won’t be cold once we get used to it.”

I pursed my lips but did not comment further. I followed her out and she pulled me towards a door. Sheremoved the lock and whispered, “Are you asleep?”

Sounds of rustling could be heard from within, followed by the voice of a young girl. “Not yet.”

The little girl pushed open the door. It was pitch dark inside but she stepped in without hesitation. I wasslightly hesitant, and she turned to say to me in hushed tones, “Don’t come in. It’s very dirty in here andis full of poop.”

She turned back and said into the darkness, “I brought the lady as you wanted. Beg her to take you tothe city too. Then, you won’t have to get married.”

I fished out my phone and turned on its flashlight. I swept the room with the light and was stupefied. Itwas just as the little girl had said. The small hut was full of poop and hay. Puddles of rainwater couldnot be discerned from puddles of urine.

The girl that was locked inside was dressed in thin clothes. All she had on was a short-sleeved shirtand black track pants. She must have worn it for years because the knee area had been patched upmultiple times. The pants were too short as they rose above her angles. The girl was leaning against acow but when she saw us, she retreated even further. She shielded her eyes against the light andwhimpered, “Don’t force me anymore, Mom. I’ll die!”

The little girl next to me hastily said, “She’s not Mommy. She’s the lady that came to our house andsaid that she’s going to take me to the city. She’s really pretty!”

The captive girl narrowed her eyes. Her youthful face was pale and her lips were chapped fromdehydration. She gaped at me and said with unexpected composure, “Are you the one who wants totake my sister to the city so she can sacrifice her organs for your daughter?”

The way she put it was distasteful. However, upon further pondering, she was right. I pursed my lipsand nodded. “Yes. Please don’t worry. I’ll take good care of her.”

She sneered at me. “Of course, you should. They might not be aware, but I am. Amy is only five yearsold, but you’re making her give up her organs. She might even die under the knife. Since you’respending tens of thousands to trade her life for your daughter’s, taking care of her is the least youshould do.”