Chapter 983
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
I nodded. My mind was still a wreck.
By the time the children finished eating, the sun had long disappeared below the horizon. The
matriarch lay down some mats in the small house. Brandon explained that this situation could not be
helped 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 in
the 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, a
young girlâs voice called out. âMaâam!â
I wondered if my mind was playing tricks on me and did not react immediately. But I soon heard the
little girlâs voice again. âAre you asleep, Maâam?â
This time, I was sure that the child was addressing me. I got over my astonishment and replied, âNo.
Whatâs up?â
I sat up and noticed that the little girl was squatted next to me. âMommy told me that I have to go with
you tomorrow. She said weâll have delicious food in the city. Can you bring my sister too? She also
wants to go to the city,â she said.
Her words took me off guard. I pulled her closer to me and wrapped her cold body with a blanket. âWhy
do you want your sister to come with us?â
The child did not move. Although she felt frightened, she responded, âMaâam, you smell so good. You
smell much better than Mommy.â
I could not help but smile as I waited for her reply.
However, she seemed wholly distracted by my scent. I asked again, âLittle girl, why does your sister
want to go to the city? How old is she?â
She focused on my question this time. âSheâs seventeen years old. Mommy says that sheâs old enough
to get married. She buried herself in her education, but Daddy wonât let her study anymore. He wants
her to get married but she doesnât want to. Mommy locked her up in the barn because of this. I feel so
sad for my sister. She hasnât eaten in days. But, Mommy will starve her to death if she continues to
reject the marriage proposal.â
The childâs words stunned me and I did not know how to respond. Soon, I collected myself and asked,
âCan you take me to see your sister?â
She nodded and stood up. Despite being barefooted, she seemed ready to walk out. I pulled her back
and whispered, âItâs cold outside. You should put on more clothes and wear shoes.â
She seemed blasé as she replied, âItâs fine. Iâm not cold. My siblings and I have gone barefoot in colder
winters than this. Mommy says that we wonât be cold once we get used to it.â
I pursed my lips but did not comment further. I followed her out and she pulled me towards a door. She
removed the lock and whispered, âAre you asleep?â
Sounds of rustling could be heard from within, followed by the voice of a young girl. âNot yet.â
The little girl pushed open the door. It was pitch dark inside but she stepped in without hesitation. I was
slightly hesitant, and she turned to say to me in hushed tones, âDonât come in. Itâs very dirty in here and
is full of poop.â
She turned back and said into the darkness, âI brought the lady as you wanted. Beg her to take you to
the city too. Then, you wonât have to get married.â
I fished out my phone and turned on its flashlight. I swept the room with the light and was stupefied. It
was just as the little girl had said. The small hut was full of poop and hay. Puddles of rainwater could
not 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 shirt
and black track pants. She must have worn it for years because the knee area had been patched up
multiple times. The pants were too short as they rose above her angles. The girl was leaning against a
cow but when she saw us, she retreated even further. She shielded her eyes against the light and
whimpered, âDonât force me anymore, Mom. Iâll die!â
The little girl next to me hastily said, âSheâs not Mommy. Sheâs the lady that came to our house and
said that sheâs going to take me to the city. Sheâs really pretty!â
The captive girl narrowed her eyes. Her youthful face was pale and her lips were chapped from
dehydration. She gaped at me and said with unexpected composure, âAre you the one who wants to
take my sister to the city so she can sacrifice her organs for your daughter?â
The way she put it was distasteful. However, upon further pondering, she was right. I pursed my lips
and nodded. âYes. Please donât worry. Iâll take good care of her.â
She sneered at me. âOf course, you should. They might not be aware, but I am. Amy is only five years
old, but youâre making her give up her organs. She might even die under the knife. Since youâre
spending tens of thousands to trade her life for your daughterâs, taking care of her is the least you
should do.â