âGo and knock some senses into that skull of hers,â Katie said through gritted teeth.
Her initial plan was to avoid doing anything risky.
But, Mitchelâs unforgiven words earlier had deeply wounded her.
After she informed him of her fatherâs illness, he was unfazed and even spewed more heartless words.
Katie wrongly shifted all the blame on Mitchelâs damn ex-wife who should have left this world long ago.
As Katie thought of this, a malicious smile appeared on her face.
She had to finish that woman.
âAs you wish,â Abel replied as he bowed his head, not daring to meet Katieâs gaze.
But, his aroused reaction didnât go unnoticed by Katie.
Unable to ignore it, she said with a slight frown on her face, âHandle it yourself.
â
Abel nodded, turned around, and headed out.
In the shed.
Just as Abel approached it, he heard some suggestive sounds.
When he entered, he saw Lauren lying down on the floor like a log of wood.
Near Lauren, there was a dark and dirty man with his pants pulled down.
At first glance, it was clear that he was a rough individual.
That dirty man angrily threw a blanket on Laurenâs face and bellowed, âSmell that abomination yourself.
You are not worthy to even live in a pigsty!â
The dirty man paused for a moment and began to pull up his pants before continuing, âYou stink like a rotten corpse.
If only I could find another woman, I wouldnât come within a hundred feet of you!
You should try and find out what the hell is wrong with you!â
The dirty man shook his head and began to limp backwards as he muttered, âYou damn bitch.
Every single square inch of your body is disgusting.
I canât believe how disgusting you are.
You are nothing more than a ghostâ¦â
Hearing this, Lauren, slightly trembling, turned around to face the dirty man.
Hearing Laurenâs movements, the dirty man turned back and yelled, âDonât you dare raise that ugly face of yours, you rotten woman! Do you want to scare me to death?â
The moment the accusatory words were hurled, Lauren instinctively bowed her head, trying to make herself smaller as she silently absorbed the barrage of curses and insults.
There was no way she could fight back or try to defend herself, nor did she intend to.
This roof over her head was provided by this dirty man who made a Livelihood from scavenging.
It may not seem like much, considering how much she had in the past.
But at the moment, it was a sanctuary to her.
Without it, she would have nowhere to stay.
Lauren wanted to get treatment for her ailments, but she didnât have anything except the poor excuse for clothes on her body, and she didnât have any means to get the money.
The scars she carried were not just physical reminders, but also emotional wounds that never seemed to heal and only grew worse with time.
It was only when the dirty man with a limp left and silence reigned in the room for several minutes that Lauren dared to raise her head.