Chapter 155. Yes, I want to go

Pamela is busy cooking inside the precarious hut she lives in with her aunt since her mother died 20 years ago.

Since she arrived yesterday morning, her aunt has not stopped reproaching and calling her every possible name for escaping that night when she wanted to sell her to that disgusting man for a little money.

Of course, she is used to her aunt's abuse after so many years living with her, but what she did that night crossed all the limits and she doesn't plan on letting it happen again.

She still wears the bandage on her knee, and although the pain is almost nonexistent now, she fears her wounds will get infected.

While stewing the meat for lunch, she takes a glass and pours a little water, but when she turns around, a dark and large figure sitting in the only armchair in the small living room startles her, causing the glass to fall from her hands to the floor.

"Hello, little one," Benedict's hoarse and firm voice shakes her from head to toe.

How did he find her? Did he have her