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.

She swallowed it down and rushed over, plucking out one of the mushrooms and dusting it off, then popping

and succulent... simply

a whole handful, and devoured those too. Her

now that there was something going in there at

or else there'd be nothing left for next time, and then that would truly be the end

long she would have to survive in here,

in mind, she left the rest of the mushrooms alone to continue growing

returned to the gallery, and

came over her, and

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

for this: she was the Man in the Moon-except that she was

the

across whimsical clouds, she'd

upon a

tantalizingly

melange of marvelous, magnificent,

for the Man in the

forth and

hard. She

was vaguely aware of the sound of

put it from her mind, and tried another

good, either. Away

mushrooms, she noticed there were also various salads, growing out of the walls.

a sheet of the stuff, and ripped off a piece in her

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