Chapter 411 What A Terrible Life! (2/2)

She was pulled away from her thoughts when Jacob spoke again. ”These years, I even didn't know Beryl that much and never accompanied her. It's my biggest regret. So, Emily, can you give me a chance to stay alone with my daughter? As her

her skin and made the wounds discharge pus. She looked positively nauseous now.

After some minutes passed, a scratching sound was heard from the corner of the prison cell. A mouse climbed out of a small crack in the concrete, and looked around for food. When it found none, it bit Leona's finger as if it was angry.

However, Leona did not have the strength to move. She watched helplessly as her fingers were slowly gnawed away by rats with open eyes. A weak moan of pain tumbled from her dry mouth.

It was not until dawn that someone came in and rescued her. It was hard for her to die. She was tortured day after day and suffered a living death. Moreover, it seemed that the abuse was endless.

Who could save her and help her get rid of this miserable life?

”Magee...” Leona whispered. In the middle of her bodily pains, she suddenly remembered that this man had rescued her five years ago. It was like he was a god who descended upon the earth to save her—but now, her god was dead in her memory, and would never save her again.

Yes, he was still alive and thriving outside, but her god was dead.

Yes, she was alive still lingered on the last vestiges of her life, but her heart was dead.

At this point, Leona was overwhelmed with hatred. She didn't want to die in such a dirty place, but she never had a chance to escape.

What a terrible life she had!

After she was dead, no one would remember her name—Leona.

At one time, her name had been Rose—”The?black?rose?shines like a?pearl with?silent?dignity, as?if?it's waiting for?someone?to?pick?it?up.” A man's voice rang in her ears, but she knew that no one would pick her up.

Ever since Beryl had stopped sleeping beside Emily, she ceased doing things that had hurt people beside her. It was also due to the fact that Jacob kept a watchful eye on her and prevented her from doing that. He looked at the peaceful face of his sleeping daughter on the bed. He had thought about when to invite a child psychologist to his house for Beryl's psychotherapy session. It was high time that she needed professional help to improve her condition.