Sold by My Boyfriend… to My Dad
The moment I was free, I threw all my strength into saying the word I hadn't uttered in five years, crying.
"Dad…"
"It's okay, Winnie. I'm sorry I'm late."
He immediately removed his coat and draped it carefully over my exposed shoulders, while instructing his subordinates to fetch a doctor right away.
Leaning against Dad, I felt the tension binding my muscles finally dissolve, as if a weight had lifted from my chest. Although the pain in my right hand was sharp, I felt safer than I ever had before.
I lifted my weak left hand and, gathering every ounce of strength, pointed at the trembling Chapmans. "They're the ones. They tried to sell me to pay off their debts."
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