Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 517
Love at the Wrong Table
Chapter 517
Sarah quickly grabbed the teenage girlâs hand to stop her. Her heart twinged
with pain as she took in the girlâs foolish grin and unusual behavior.
As a highlyâeducated woman, she had enough knowledge to discern that
the teenage girl seemed to have turned into this state after suffering some
kind of trauma.
âDonât! Donât take my cabbage!â
As Sarah was holding the teenage girlâs wrist, the teenage girl thought Sarah
wanted to take her cabbage away, so she immediately struggled and
backed away.
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At last, Sarah realized that the item the girl was fiercely protective of was
nothing more than a head of cabbage. This time, her heart squeezed even
more painfully.
Sheâs so pitiful! So many young girls out there are so picky with their food.
They donât even want to eat their vegetables, but for this girl, a head of
cabbage is something she has to defend with her life.
âWhere do you live? Iâll take you home!â
Sarah decided to make sure the girl got home safely.
However, the girl simply gave her a glassyâeyed stare and a silly grin. âMy
home? My homeâs not here. Hehe⦠My home is far away in the mountains
somewhere!â
âMiss Sarah, I think sheâs a little mentally challenged,â Suri came over and
commented.
Sarah sighed and took out some tissue to wipe the dried blood off the
teenage girl.
Then, she took out a comb to tackle the girlâs unkempt hair.
Her gentleness finally made the teenage girl relax. The latter even began to
like her.
Sarah smiled and asked, âYouâre hungry, right? Iâll give you something to eat,
okay?â
She had Suri take out some chocolates and buns from their bag and hand it
over to the teenage girl.
âOh! Itâs yummy! So yummyâ¦â The girl squealed with excitement as she ate
everything.
She had the innocent excitement of a child.
âCan you show me where you stay?â
Sarah was determined to take the girl home. It felt too dangerous to let the
girl go home alone.
However, Suri couldnât help but remind Sarah, âMiss Sarah, didnât you come
here to look for something? Letâs not waste any more time. The sooner we
find it, the sooner we can head back. Iâm worried that it wonât be safe here if
we stay too long!â
Who knew what kind of dangers were lurking in the depths of a remote place
like Eastern Star Mountain?
However, Sarahâs mind was made up. âWe canât just abandon her now. If we
take her home, we can also ask for directions!â
Suri had no choice but to nod and do as Sarah said.
Although the teenage girl was mentally challenged, she did know her way
home.
Soon, they arrived at the entrance to a village. There was a signboard that
said âWest Shelter Villageâ.
The village looked like a mess with rubbish piled all over the place. The
unbearable stench clung in the air.
Sarah felt her stomach churning. She could barely stand the smell.
After going down a few narrow lanes and making several turns, they finally
arrived at the teenage girlâs house.
It was a dilapidated hut made of mud bricks.
Though it could not be compared to the houses in the city, it wasnât the
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shabbiest of houses in these sorts of impoverished villages.
âAmy? Is that you?â
Upon hearing the noises outside, someone inside the hut let out a weak
croak.
Sarah followed Amy into the house and saw a sicklyâlooking middleâaged
woman who was lying on a damp blanket with her eyes halfâclosed. She
looked severely ill.
This is hell on earth!
The two womenâs destitute state made Sarahâs heart ache with pain.
âWho⦠are you?â
The sickly woman was shocked to see Sarah.
Why would an
angel show up at our shabby little house?