Her Seven Little Bodyguards

Henry continued, “It’s just that the children at the orphanage were too old for them—they wanted a newborn. Later, they met Wesley by chance, and through his recommendation, they bought Little Master from the trafficker for a hundred thousand.”

“However, their factory was shut down four years ago because of poor management, and they owed the workers a lot of money. The guy couldn’t take it, so he started drinking every day. When he got drunk, he would abuse his wife and Little Master. Finally, the woman had enough of the levants and his abuse last year. As a result, she ran away after a fight with the guy, leaving Little Master with him,” he said.

“With his factory down and his wife gone, he became even more shattered and drank to the point of alcohol abuse. Like before, he would lash out at Little Master every time he got drunk. Worse, he would lock Little Master up in a dark space, forbidding him from leaving or allowing anyone to approach Little Master. Sometimes, he would be neglected and even starve for days. The neighbors would sometimes sneakily give Little Master some food when they felt bad for him, but the guy would belabor Little Master if he was caught.”

After a pause, he continued, “With time, even the neighbors dared not get themselves involved. Little Master has suffered a lot over the years. According to Wesley, he saw Little Master once when he stopped us last time. Like usual, Little Master was locked up in that dark space, absolutely emaciated. Worse, strangers scare him. The poor kid must be traumatized.”

Vania’s eyes turned bloodshot the more she listened, and her body shook with anger while her fingers were bloodless from clenching them forcefully. He was at an age where he didn’t have to worry about anything, yet he was experiencing a living hell.

It didn’t matter, though. She had found him now, and she would never let him suffer such grievances ever again.

Just as Henry was about to let on more, Vania waved her hand. “That’s enough.”

she asked with a quivering voice, “Will

no money to pay his debts after his factory was shut down.

frowned at that. “How

workers a total of

the child go if

we have evidence of his factory evading taxes for years. If

fists clenched tightly, her

and they reached

still considerably flat. The facilities, however, were far

evidently fallen into disrepair, and the houses on either side of the road looked like

others were somewhat janky. Many would cross this road, and

they weren’t amazed to see a car