"I didn’t mean to ignore your question," I stammered, my voice shaking. "I was wrong... I won’t do it again. Please don’t send me back. They’ll beat me to death."
Ceasar must have expected to feel some sense of satisfaction seeing me like this. After all, my betrayal years ago had nearly destroyed the company he had worked so hard to build.
But when I grovelled and begged for him to spare me, his eyes were filled with something far from satisfaction.
In fact, when I was so scared that I dropped to my knees, he actually took a step forward.
My words had planted a seed of doubt in his mind, just waiting for the right moment to trigger it.
Finally, Ceasar's emotions erupted. With a sharp curse, he stormed out of the Wonders Family's mansion. Even when Tracy called his name from behind, he didn't so much as glance back.
For a split second, a malicious gleam flashed in Tracy’s eyes.
My room had clearly not been cleaned in a long time, dust everywhere.
But as I lay back on the once-soft bed, I couldn’t help but cry.
In the five years since I’d been thrown back to my foster parents, whenever I angered them or failed to do as they instructed, I was forced to sleep in the straw of the woodshed.