A few days later.

The Heath residence.

It was night. Outside the glass windows, the winter rain was making a rustling sound, and the cold wind was whistling.

Charlotte lay in bed, looking out the window. The naked branches were unable to withstand the northwest wind, swaying in the cold wind, and the jagged shadows of the trees reflected on the window, looking distinctly horrible.

She had fallen asleep and was awakened by a violent coughing fit. Turning on the light, she sat up and looked at the time. Surprisingly it was just after 9 pm.

After the miscarriage, her body had not been able to recover. Athough the bleeding was not as worse as before, it had never stopped, and she could smell a vague and constant odor.

She knew in her heart that this time, her body has suffered a huge trauma, and the possibility of having children in the future had been zero.

a glass of water. After a long time without getting on her feet, her legs were weak and she stumbled and fell

so much that tears fell from her eyes on

least in jail she wouldn't be beaten up at will. And now, living in Otis’ shadow, she had been completely reduced to his

a good mood, he would never even pick up on her. When things did not go well for him, a night of fists and kicks would be a sure thing. He

a stern face when she was drinking porridge. She had no idea what she had done to annoy him. He used his belt directly and whipped her so hard that she spilled her porridge, and he forced her lick the floor clean. The humiliation was too much to

the floor. She lifted up her sleeve and looked

a life worse than a

her sick body, without any dignity, and living in fear all

like he's going to

With a miscarriage that wouldn't heal and a badly infected lung she wouldn't live

in a flash. She cried so hard that her voice was hoarse. Even when she was growing up in an

living room all the time, taking care

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