Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Chapter 1390

Pearl gently rubbed her sore neck, which had turned a bright red, and coughed. "Luther, I know it's hard for you to accept who you really are."

Luther looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. "What do you think you know about me? You know nothing. Ever since I was five, when my mom died, I've been on my own. Agnes felt so guilty for not being able to save her that she gave me a lot of money. But she also warned me to never go back to Enswood.

"Even though I had several hundred thousand dollars in savings, I was just a kid. When my mother's relatives found out, they wanted to take me in, but I knew they were just after my money.

"I ended up living with my uncle instead. But do you have any idea what my life was like with him? He was a drunk who often lost his temper. He never wanted to hit his own son, so he took out his anger on me instead."

Luther gave a hollow laugh and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a long, ugly scar. "This one came from a time he attacked me with a butcher's knife. I lost so much blood that I passed out. Realizing I might actually die, he panicked and took me to a small clinic. They just wrapped up the wound without cleaning it properly, and it got infected. I almost lost my arm because of that."

known about the harsh realities Luther

that ordeal, I figured out that my uncle had only taken me in for my money. So, no matter how much he beat me, I

in by a couple who thought I was handsome and wanted me to be their son. I thought my luck was finally turning around, but

saw the sadness on his face and knew something

pervert, and at first, I felt someone touching me when I was sleeping, then I found out he would sneak into my room and do disgusting things to me." Luther took a deep breath, the memories of his past causing his heart to

Luther insisted, cutting her off. Then, a sudden memory seemed to lighten his mood, and he

his tone, but she let him

sleeping, I set the house on fire to make my escape, and they burned to

look in his eyes and felt deep sorrow for the

the money I had to build my power until no one dared to bully me anymore. I learned