The crisp child's voice was unusually abrupt in the shabby house, and Nell Harris couldn't describe the taste in her heart. She truly regretted waking up too late. If she had realized sooner, her daughter wouldn't have had to endure such hardship with her for so long.
Nell Harris tightly grasped Scarlett Glenn's little hand and looked at Arnold Glenn. There was no timidity or weakness in her eyes; for her daughter's sake, she feared nothing.
Everyone in the village said her good days were coming, but only she knew the real test had arrived. If she didn't make it through, she'd fall back into hell.
Facing Scarlett Glenn's innocent and naive little face, even though Arnold Glenn was full of anger, he didn't know how to vent it now, because everything Scarlett Glenn said was true, blocking all his words completely, leaving him utterly speechless.
