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"Watch your words!" "Isn't it true? Nate not only had her beaten, but also disfigured her, then had her publicly executed at the marketplace. The story has been exaggerated endlessly. And you know what happened in the end?" Zachary's gaze shifted from Frederick's face down to his injured leg. He snorted and smiled. "Fred, you've barely left the house since injuring your leg, so perhaps you haven't heard how the gossip has been spreading." Frederick truly had no idea. After all, if the news was unpleasant, William would never let him hear it. Since his injury, he had stayed mostly indoors, not wanting to be seen in his current state.

Convinced by Grace's argument, Priscilla nodded. Frederick had lied first, she was merely revealing the truth. … Tormented by memories of his parents' unjust deaths and the lack of answers, Frederick sought refuge on the deck. He hoped the cool, night air would soothe his troubled mind. Gazing out at the turbulent sea under the dark night sky, he felt a fiery desire for justice rise within him. The waves seemed to turn blood-red in his vision, mirroring the rage that threatened to consume him. His fists were clenched, and he was filled with an uncontrollable fury.

He looked at me, waiting for a response, but it was Joseph who spoke up first. “Yes, he did,” Joseph said, his voice steady, but I could hear the underlying strain. “But it’s a lot to take in. We’re still processing it all.” “Belvarian Liberation,” Joseph said, his voice flat as he repeated the words. Frederick nodded firmly. “Yes, liberation of our people all over the world. No more slaves. Our people deserve rights, no matter where we choose to live. That’s what we’re fighting for,” Frederick said, his tone filled with passion. Joseph scoffed beside me, his scepticism clear.

“Your little favored slave ripped his jaws open like some jar.” I scoffed loudly, folding my hands under my breast. Was he hearing what he was saying? Or he has become so desperate to look for anything to bring Godfrey down. “I know this sounds funny, but it is true,” he added. “You can ask the rest about it.” “So you are telling me that Godfrey did that to Mill?” I eyed. “Get back to reality, Godfrey is just a slave, he might have trained somewhere before coming here, but he is just a slave nothing more,” I eyed turning to leave.

said someone who stood next to Daniel. "Frederick?" Laura tried to make sure. "Yes, I am Frederick Douglass, your college friend," he told Laura his full name. "Hi, long time no see. How are you doing?" Laura asked. Her eyes sparkled with excitement when she gazed at that man. "Good. How about yourself?" "I am doing well. How did you know if I am here?" Asked Laura curious. She didn't believe if the man who she crushes on when she was in college was there.

“She didn’t pay me the rest of the money, and I had to do something desperate, which is why I’m here.” “What’s your name, boy?” The question made Fred lift his eyes to Benjamim, noticing something strange in his expression. “My name is Frederico,” he replied, wiping his face with his hand. “Alright, Frederico,” Benjamim exhaled as if releasing all the pain trapped in his chest. “You’re going to tell me everything that happened, every detail, and I promise I’ll get you out of here.”

That's exactly why I came," I said. But a trace of worry slipped through Charles' tone. "I'll be honest, Ms. Stone, but you're not the first. Others came before you, and they didn't last long. "The food, the culture shock, and the language barrier were too much for them. They barely scratched the surface of their studies before heading home." I paused, then answered firmly, "Everything we have today was paved with the sacrifices of those who came before us. Compared to that, this is nothing. I will see this through."

Just then, Abraham and Grant walked in and greeted us. Qusack passed Frederick's letter to them, and they both took turns reading the letter's content. "Are you planning to trade with them?" Grant asked, and I shook my head. "I have to find a way to decline without giving Frederick cause to fault me," I said, and Grant nodded. "I agree with you on this one. Treating them as lesser in society is one thing, but seeing them as commodities is another. Not that I sympathise with them. After all, they betrayed your father, but it isn't Forest's business if Snow is running out of slaves.

A sleepless night left me running on fumes. I was just about to make myself a coffee when a delivery guy brought in a large box of milk tea and small cakes. Then came the cheers of my colleagues. "Mr. Baldwin is buying afternoon snacks? When did he get so generous?" "Clueless! It's for Leticia's new diet. We're just lucky to get free snacks!"

I stood up from the bed to walk or better still run away, but my legs failed me even before I could take more steps. I fell to the ground and I was too weak to stand up. I didn't give up though. It was hard for me, but I was able to crawl to the big door of the room. All my efforts of crawling went to waste when I saw the handle of the door twist. My eyes widened as I scurried away with my hands and knee on the floor. The door opened and a figure walked in. It was Frederick. I wanted rage to take hold of me but instead fear did. Why couldn't I stand up to this man? Why was it so hard for me to look him in the eye?