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Let the girl go
Then, Barbara said, “although you give Mia and Vivian the same amount of money for their upkeeps, Mia might have other things she uses her upkeep money for–it might not be enough for her.”
Which simply means that Mia spends money lavishly on irrelevant things.
This made Mr. Thomson’s blood boil the more. He instantly turned and faced the cab driver. “If she doesn’t provide your money, take her to the police station. Better still, do as you please with her.”
He turned around immediately afterwards and marched into the house in annoyance.
Mia’s heart shattered completely as she watched her father’s retreating figure while Barbara’s eyes glazed with conquer and she snickered victoriously.
Mia tore her gaze away from the door and planted her eyes on the woman who called herself her mother.
Her stepmother clicked her tongue, “you are a disgrace to this family.” She then also turned around and headed inside the house.
The tears that’d been threatening to be let out finally flowed freely from the depths of Mia’s eyes. Why was the world being so wicked towards her?
“Ahem.” The driver cleared his throat with a smug grin on his face.
“You heard the man. He told me to do with you however I want.” He declared triumphantly.
He was extremely happy when he heard the girl’s father tell him to do whatever he wanted with the girl. He knew exactly what he would do with her–what he’d do to her.
No, he wouldn’t take her to the police station. He didn’t need the police to intervene in this minor issue of his…
The man licked his lips ferociously as he eye the girl with eyes filled with lust.
“Don’t waste my time, get in the car.” He growled.
The little girl shivered in fear. The nasty expression on the perverted man’s face was enough to make her take two steps backwards.
The man grinned evilly, flashing her rotten yellow teeth at her. “You can’t escape from me–you belong to me now.”
He began to take quick steps towards her. The momet he grabbed her hand, he dragged her to the car. As he wrestled with the girl, he began to fantasize on the crazy things he’d do to her. By the time he was done with her, she’d be too week to even lift her legs for a week! He giggled evilly.
Mia’s tears incresed. She tried fighting the man off but her strength was nothing compared to his.
The two were still wrestling against each other when a loud voice came from behind them: “Let the girl go.”
The both of them stopped in their tracks and turned in the direction of the voice.
A woman who seemed to be in her late fifties was standing firmly a few meters from them. She had an angry expression on her face.
The cabman eyed her, “who are you, woman?”
“I’m taking this girl away to the police station, why are you stopping me?” He inquired angrily.
Madam Grace swept a cold gaze over the pervert. “Are you really going to take her to the police station?”
The man swallowed uneasily, looking away in shame.
Madam Grace shook her head in displeasure. She took out a few cash from her purse and stretched out her hand. “Here you go; your money.”
The cab driver looked from the woman’s face to the money she was hlding in annoyance. Grumpily, he let go of the girl’s hand and snatched the money from her hand.
He gave Madam Grace a disgustful look before stepping into the car. He shut the door and zoomed off, leaving a gustful of dust in the air. The stupid nosy woman disrupted his plans–he prays she meets her death as soon as possible.
After the cab driver left, Madam Grace smiled a small smile at the girl standing in front of her.
“My darling.” She called sweetly with opened arms.
Without hesitating, Mia ran to her and collapsed in her embrace, wailing like never before.
Madam Grace clicked her tongue sadly and heaved a sigh, “it’s okay, my darling.” She patted the poor girl on the back in a comforting manner.
Thank goodness she witnessed the whole scenario through her window, or she feared that nasty piece of shit would have done really terrible things to her girl.
Mia poured her eyes out. Even the tears she’d been suppressing since the previous night came floodng down her face. She was grateful Madam Grace came to her rescue, if not, what would have became of her if that man’d actually suceeded in taking her away?
After silently watching the girl cry for a while, Madam Grace gently pulled Mia to a side, under the tree. She’d have taken her to her room but she feared her boss would be very furious if he finds Mia in his house.
When she saw that Mia’d finally calmed down, Madam grace reached out to stroke her face. “How are you doing?–”
“You look really lean, don’t you eat regularly?” Her heart broke for Mia.
Ever since the child’s mother passed away and Mr. Thomson’s mistress moved in, poor Mia’s always been suffering. It hasn’t been easy for her at all.
“I heard you passed out, what were you thinking so much that led to that? Is there something bothering you?”
“Your mother won’t be happy seeing you in this manner, Mia.”
Mia sniffled and lowered her head sadly. Her mother.
Madam Grace heaved a sigh. Seems like the girl isn’t ready to share her thoughts with her.
She brought out a nylon bag from her gown’s pocket, “it contains herbs.”
“Soak them in hot water and drink before you go to bed. They’re highly medicinal.” She opened Mia’s palm and put the bag in her hand with a smile full of love and care plastered on her face.
Sniffling for the umpteenth time, Mia looked at the nylon then looked up at Madam Grace. What would she have done without this woman in her life? “Thank you, Madam Grace.”
“Don’t thank me, it’s nothing.”
The older woman took out a few cash from her purse and gave it to Mia. “This should be enough to get you back to school…”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
“You need to hurry now and leave before your father finds out you’re still here.”
Mia sobbed softly. “Thank you, Madam Grace.”
“Quick. Go now–be on your way.” The woman waved as Mia began to shuffle out of the compound.
Sigh. How can she not be good towards that child when her mother was so good to her whilst she was alive?
Mia’s mother’d found and brought her into her home when she had no food to eat… She was omeless–starving–living in the slum… She had nowhere to go and no one to turn to. Mia’s mother took her in.
If she doesn’t treat that woman’s daughter well, wouldn’t that be regarded as being ungrateful?
Wouldn’t the dead be mad at her?