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.

side, and after a moment, he turned back, pissed

I'll

sleeves, trying

look, your wife's here to get

laughed. "Don't try to scare me. My father-in-law's birthday is these days, and she took the kids

get closer, Dakato knocked

sober, he wouldn't stand

time, Dakato didn't give him a chance to get up, beating him until he begged for

I won't do it again. I

Abby woke

to pick up and

quick decision. "Sophie, you and Abby are coming with

helped Sophie pack up and left that nightmare of

Sophie stay at my place. But she didn't want

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. The old house hadn't

I opened all the windows to

we quickly set up a bed for Sophie to

and I did a quick clean-up of the place. Sophie sensibly said, "Emily,

from the cleaning and pulled Sophie to rest on the

you have to

where I was before. But I'm really scared Linda will find out I'm here, so please don't tell Lacey and Richard,

her thought and

Ethan called me. He had a dinner meeting and would be back late, so I decided to stay at the

the window, staring at

I

couldn't help but think of my own helpless and timid self from

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 you can land better-paying gigs. Abby's almost two and

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

the change of environment, so Abby wasn't sleeping well and soon started crying again. Sophie quickly went

the morning. But when I lay down,

spent recovering here after my miscarriage. Those were the darkest days of my life. Thankfully, I had Bella and Seagull, who

from outside. In the quiet of the night, I could clearly hear the drunkenness in the singing. It was a song by the Thorn Birds

was clearer in the hallway. I

but his family had moved out years

no lights on. I stepped in and noticed there was no musty smell, only a lingering scent of alcohol. The

a figure lying near the window. Taking a few

the floor turned their head, asking drunkenly, "Emily,

"Jason?"