A Beauty With Multiple Masks

A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 308

Peering through the windows, Arielle saw Malorie Thisdale’s wrinkled face illuminated by a single yellow lightbulb. Her expression was exceedingly pitiful as she pleaded, “Please, I’m just an old woman. I’m begging you to please let me go. I swear if I had any money at all, I would have given some to you all!”

A shabbily dressed man stood before her. Arielle caught sight of multiple patches on his trousers with her sharp vision.

Beside him stood a little boy who looked about ten years old. Clad in similarly ragged and filthy clothes, he gazed at the adults with big, bright eyes.

The man sighed wearily. “I don’t mean to force you either, Mrs. Southall, but we’re really at our wits’ end! It’s the rainy season now, and once the rain pours, my house turns into a lake! It’s completely uninhabitable!”

Hearing that, Malorie fished around in her pocket and retrieved some cash. She handed it to him, stating, “Here’s two hundred. It’s all I have on me now. Take it and fix your roof. Now, please leave. At least let me have a moment’s peace before I attend my granddaughter’s funeral tomorrow!”

A blush quickly spread across the man’s cheeks when he heard those words. Embarrassed, he quickly tugged at the boy’s hand and left the house.

They walked out of the front door only to see Henrick and Arielle standing outside.

at once as if

cleared his throat and put on a

deliberately dabbing at the corner of his eye as though he was drying his

Lowe, could only swallow the rest of

he said

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nod. “Give me some time. Once Shandie’s burial is over and the coal mine’s business picks up, I’ll definitely look into renovating your houses. You’ve all been working with me

worry about this for the moment. Just carry on with the

out his arms and gave the man a hug. Then he bent down

gazed at him innocently with his large round eyes. “Old

any money. Aren’t you living in Jadeborough, Mr. Southall? Do you not have any money as well? I haven’t been to school for two years

just about to answer the child when Dileon hurriedly slapped his hand over Teddy’s mouth and apologized, “I’m terribly sorry, Henrick. He didn’t mean it. We’ll make a move first. You go ahead and catch up with

he hastily turned and left, holding Teddy’s hand

fall upon Teddy’s hands that were entirely covered with coal ash. Even his fingernails had been stained