My Four Miraculous Treasures

Chapter 373

The housekeeper shook his head. "All he's said is that, without his permission, you're not allowed to leave the backyard."

Willow was stunned by this.

There was nothing in the backyard besides a bunch of worthless antiques. Nothing to eat, nothing to drink, and nothing she could use to help ward off the cold.

If Jasper kept this up, she would die here, either from starvation or exposure. Fuming, Willow spun around on her heel and stormed off back into the gallery.

Before she knew it, it was already afternoon. It had been a long time since her last meal, or even her last sip of water.

Debilitating hunger had left her weak and dizzy, unsteady on her feet. When she took a single step forward, her vision swam with stars.

She'd been naive to presume that Jasper would fear for her life. She'd underestimated the ruthlessness of that tyrant. She saw now the truth of his cold, black heart-he didn't care if she lived or died!

Threatening him with suicide had been so stupid of her! Now, she was in very real danger of making good on that threat!

No, she couldn't die here! What would become of her children, then?!

Stumbling along on shaky legs of rubber, she wandered out of the gallery, towards the garden. The light of the setting sun was mild and mellow, and its touch did restore some small measure of her strength.

But she needed food, or else she would die! She wasn't a tree-she couldn't photosynthesize her own sustenance!

What was she to do...?

In her moment of desperation, she happened to notice some mushrooms growing on a nearby tree. They looked delicate and white.

They looked delicious.

it down and rushed over, plucking out one of the mushrooms and dusting it off, then popping it into her mouth and

and succulent...

handful, and

that there was something going in

to avoid finishing off the mushrooms entirely, or else there'd be nothing left for next time, and then that would

yet know how long she would have to survive

the mushrooms alone to continue growing upon

Willow returned to the

strange weightless sensation came over her, and suddenly she was flying... flying through

she was in a gallery of antique treasures; now, she

only be one possible explanation for this: she was the

the

across whimsical clouds, she'd

a whole

tantalizingly tasty

melange of marvelous,

Man in the Moon-except that she

forth and

too hard. She tossed

was vaguely aware of the sound of something smashing, shattering to

from her

either. Away

growing out of the

tore down a sheet of the stuff, and ripped off a piece

chewing old, dry paper! She couldn't eat this! But,