Chapter 492: 175: Don’t be afraid, I’ll come pick you up and bring you home.
Dolores Frieman was glad that Rachel Barton had such a good friend who was willing to travel a long way to take her back home.
In those years, she was stuck in the mire, what she faced was never-ending darkness.
She had prayed countless times for someone to come from the heavens and take her away.
Before her, there was always endless darkness.
Being the elder sister.
Even if she did everything she could, she couldn’t let her younger sister face that kind of darkness.
Because only those who have personally experienced it know how desperate that feeling is.
So, no matter what she had to pay, she couldn’t let her sister end up like her, stuck in the mud.
“Rachel, get up first,” Viola Thompson immediately helped Dolores up. “Don’t worry, now that I’m here, I will surely take Rachel back with me.”
“Thank you.” Dolores said, her eyes reddening.
From the moment she saw Viola Thompson and Terrence Lentz.
She knew that they were no ordinary people.
Viola looked young in her age.
But her demeanor was something people ordinarily don’t have. She felt as if she was a student who did something wrong and before her was a teacher.
Her aura was extremely intimidating.
It made people dare not look straight into her eyes.
Dolores had never seen such a young girl.
She was not very educated.
She couldn’t find a better word to describe her.
She could only think of the word ‘noble’.
At this moment, the driver in the front seat asked, “Sir, which way to go?”
The terrain around Olsand Town is complex.
Even the navigation would fail here, let alone on a stormy night.
Upon hearing this, Dolores quickly said, “Keep going straight ahead, take the left turn at the intersection.”
“Understood.” The driver nodded.
Viola took out a dry towel and put it on Dolores, then poured her a cup of hot water, “Have some hot water first.”
Dolores took the cup handed over by Viola with both hands.
In the front seat, Terrence Lentz turned up the heat in the car.
Wrapped in the dry towel given by Viola, and after sipping the hot water, Dolores felt much warmer. She kept looking out the window, fearful that the car would miss the intersection.
Looking out the window, Dolores said, “My sister had a tough life ever since she was a child. Because she was a girl, she was abandoned by our grandmother just hours after birth, without even a single sip of breast milk.”
“Over the years, I always thought that like our other two sisters, she was also carried away by the wolves. Turns out she is still alive…”
Thinking about her unfortunate sisters, Dolores couldn’t stop the tears.
She was the eldest in the family. When Rachel was abandoned, she was already twelve years old.
She clearly remembers, on the day her mother was about to give birth, her grandmother was very happy, she even said that they should kill the old hen at home to make a nice soup for her mother.
But the moment her mother gave birth, grandmother’s face changed.
Without wasting much time, she took the child and wanted to throw it in the back mountains to feed the wolves.
No matter how much Dolores pleaded with her grandmother.
She failed to change her grandmother’s mind.
Fearing that Dolores would secretly bring back the abandoned child, Grandmother decided to do the deed in the town.
“She should never have come back here.”
Since hearing about Rachel’s return, Dolores has been on edge.
She feared their parents’ ill intent.
There weren’t any commotions during the first few days.
She thought their parents had had a change of heart. Unexpectedly, before long, the rumor spread in the village that her mother wanted to marry off Rachel to Zachary Mayhew for a dowry of five hundred thousand.
What kind of man was Zachary Mayhew?
He lacked charisma, was not educated, was less than five feet three, full of moles and did not have a steady job, although he seemed to start his own business, in reality, he was just a petty thief!
No one in the village wanted to give their daughter to him.
And so, Zachary Mayhew remained unmarried until the age of thirty-five.
Maybe because she had experienced all this, Dolores felt very hurt. Her tears flowed like broken jade beads and her voice became hoarse.
“Rachel, don’t cry.” Viola handed Dolores a tissue, once again promising, “Rest assured, now that I am here, I will surely take Rachel with me.”
“Thank you, Miss. Thompson,” Dolores turned her head, her eyes filled with gratitude as she tightly held Viola’s hand, “You are a good person, it’s a blessing for Geraldine to have met you.”
Viola lent forward slightly, embracing Dolores, comforting her softly. Viola could feel, this was a woman who was compelled to bow her head under the torture of fate.