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Chapter 279 Trash Like These Belong in the Trash Can
Chapter 279 Trash Like These Belong in the Trash Can
Ha, a tough one, aren’t you?
“Alright, I’m not really
v interested in the money this time. If I stab this screw into your knee and you don’t beg for mercy, I’ll let you go.”
Collin seemed to take a twisted pleasure in the moment.
Standing over Spencer, he kicked at the boy’s slender yer athletic form that was curled up on the ground. At just 14, Spencer was already tall, with muscles developed from training, radiating strength.
But that stubbornness within him–some people couldn’t tolerate it.
They would want to crush him, to break the spirit of this young boy.
In the dim alley, blood spilled onto the ground.
Spencer lay in a pool of blood, a long screw embedded halfway into his knee, a ghastly sight
Cold sweat dripped from his brow as blood smeared across his face and hands, yet he still held tightly orito a black bag.
Inside that bag was 10,000 dollars.
It was the money he intended to use to buy a computer for Mel… for himself!
As time passed, Spencer finally managed to rise to his feet, searching the ground until he found a wooden stick.
He used it to support himself, limping painfully as he made his way out of the alley.
As he moved, he couldn’t help but murmur through trembling lips.
That silly girl… would probably cry if she saw me like this, wouldn’t she?
“Hmph, I hope she doesn’t get too emotional.
“I’m not doing this for her…”
He hobbled along, each step leaving a trail of blood behind.
Spencer walked awkwardly yet resolutely.
On that summer night, beneath the shifting stars, a young boy, filled with stubbornness, made his way to meet the person he longed to see most that night.
He had no idea how long he had been walking.
Before he could feel his strength fading or his legs growing numb, he finally reached the entrance of the
Shields.
This time, he didn’t want to sneak in.
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Chapter 279 Trash Like These Belong in the Trash Can
He wanted to see Melody openly, now that she was home, the little princess of the house, it should be easy for her to see him.
Spencer moved forward, each step still laborious, but as he neared the entrance, his body felt lighter.
“I want to look for…”
Just as he opened his mouth, Freda stealthily opened the door, clutching a filthy, mangled stuffed unicorn that had been cut apart.
The very unicorn he had given Melody when she was eight
Spencer froze. His cracked lips felt dry, his tongue like sandpaper, and his throat felt as if it were stuffed with kindling, ready to ignite.
His legs ached as though they were cramping to the bone, but that pain felt insignificant at that moment.
Freda glanced at him, mistaking him for a beggar asking for money. After casting him a disdainful look, she turned to toss the tattered unicorn into a nearby trash can.
As she walked away, she muttered to herself, “Who knows where this ugly, tattered toy came from? It don’t even belong on Miss Shield’s bed.”
The doorman chuckled, “Mrs. Swenson, Miss Shield just got home. It’s normal for her to bring back some old things.
“I think this toy looks quite old, it must be something Miss Shield treasured item; that must be why she brought it here.
“It would be a shame to throw it away….
Freda hesitated; she couldn’t reveal that Suzanna wanted to discard Melody’s cheap toy.
With an impatient tone, she replied, “Hah, treasured item?
“Does anything from that shabby place compare to the expensive dolls Mr. and Mrs. Shield collected from around the world for her?
“Trash like these belong in the trash can.
“Miss Shield said she hates unicorns, especially violet–colored ones; it annoys her so much that she specifically ordered me to tear it up before throwing it away?
Spencer listened in silence, but he could stand no longer. Darkness enveloped him as he collapsed
In his dreams, it felt like he had fallen into a parched desert, utterly drained of strength, his bones feeling like they were crushed and grinding against his insides…
He thought, I will hate Melody for the rest of my life!
When I finally have the power, I will make her life a living hell
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