Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 210 Men Lose Their Rationality When Drunk

Sophie jumped up, scared out of her mind, and shoved the only table in the room against the door without saying a word.

She turned around, looking pale as a ghost, and said, "It's fine, don't freak out. He probably got the wrong door. He'll knock for a bit, and when no one answers, he'll leave." Honestly, we weren't the ones freaking out; it was all her.

And I didn't buy for a second that the drunk outside had the wrong door. Her quick move to block the door was pure instinct, so this kind of late-night hassle was definitely not new to her. The knocking got louder, and the drunk guy outside started slurring his words.

"I know you're in there. I just heard voices. Did you bring a guy back? Open the door."

After a bit more knocking, he leaned against the door, his voice dropping like he was trying to be sneaky.

"One hundred bucks a time, deal or not? The old ladies outside only charge fifty."

Sophie couldn't take his nasty words anymore, covered her ears, and squatted down.

I looked at Dakato. "Dakato, open the door."

Dakato nodded and walked over. Sophie jumped up and grabbed her.

"No, he'll leave. Trust me, he won't stay there forever. He'll leave."

I stood up and looked Sophie in the eye.

"Be straight with me. Does this guy come around often? Has he ever messed with you?"

Sophie bit her lip and shook her head.

"No, as soon as I get home at night, I lock the door tight. He knocks for a while, and when I don't open up, he leaves."

I patted her hand to calm her down. "Don't worry, it's okay."

I gave Dakato a look, and she got it, moving the table and opening the door.

The drunk guy leaning against it fell flat on his face.

He was in a tank top, rolled-up pants, and beat-up slippers, one of which fell off. His face was red, and he wobbled as he got up. His pants, stained with white plaster, weren't even zipped up. He squinted at us, grinning like an idiot with a creepy smile.

"You finally opened the door. Happy with the price now?"

He reached out to touch my face, probably thinking I was Sophie.

Before he could, Dakato slapped him hard.

to the side, and after a

hit me? I'll make

sleeves,

look, your wife's here to get you." Sophie

scare me. My father-in-law's birthday is these days, and she took the kids back

closer, Dakato

stand a chance against

time, Dakato didn't give him a chance to get

it again. I won't

and Abby woke up from all the

pick up and comfort the

you and Abby are coming

rid of the drunk, we helped Sophie pack up and left that nightmare of a place that

at my place. But she didn't want

wasn't a long-term fix. I remembered my old house in the alley, empty for two years despite plans for demolition. I decided to let Sophie stay there for now; it was way better than living in the Grimeville Ghetto.

all the

had fallen asleep on the way, so we quickly

sensibly said, "Emily, it's late. Why

getting warm from the cleaning and pulled Sophie to rest

you have to

was before. But I'm really scared Linda will find out I'm

her thought

and would be back late, so I decided to stay at the old house with

staring at the sparse lights in the

I

but think of my own helpless

"No way, you're doing great. Raising Abby on your own is no joke, especially at 20. But if you start working hard now, it's not too late. Forget about the kindergarten and club jobs or money for now. Focus on learning and improving your skills so

encouraged her. "Of course, Sophie. Believe in yourself. Aurora once told me, the harder you work, the luckier

wasn't sleeping well and soon started crying again. Sophie

some rest and that we could talk in the

the darkest days of my life. Thankfully, I had Bella and Seagull, who constantly supported me and helped me

clearly hear the

and walked out the door. The singing was clearer in the hallway. I walked down to the next floor and found the

was Jason's place, but his

noticed there was no musty smell, only

figure lying near the window. Taking a few more steps, I accidentally kicked over a beer

the floor turned their

"Jason?"