Dolores Frieman had been brutally beaten by Sid Winslet many times because of this.
Theresa Winslet hadn’t had a good life either.
“Mom!” Theresa hugged Dolores tightly.
Her son, Hugh Winslet, was crying loudly in fear on the side.
Just as Jacob Winslet was about to lash out with his belt, Officer Blogger grabbed it and gently tugged, pulling Sid Winslet down to the ground.
Before Sid Winslet could react, Officer Blogger handcuffed him.
Sid Winslet was bewildered and then yelled, “What right do you have to arrest me? Is it wrong for me to discipline my own child?”
“Listen carefully, Sid Winslet, you are now under suspicion of human trafficking and child abuse. This is an arrest warrant. Please cooperate with us! If you have anything to say, say it at the station!”
Sid Winslet cried out, “What’s wrong with me hitting my own child? What right do you have to arrest me? You heartless and conscienceless black-skinned dogs!”
Sid Winslet was taken into the police car.
Dolores looked at her two children, “Theresa, Hugh, you go back to your room and pack your clothes now. Mom will take you away from here.”
Without asking any more questions, Theresa immediately went to pack her clothes.
She had long wanted to leave this place, to leave this home.
Hugh also followed his sister to pack his clothes.
Dolores went to the room to look for Sid Winslet’s hidden money.
Most of the farm work at home was done by Dolores, but the money earned by exchanging grains was kept by Sid Winslet, and Dolores could only secretly save some private money.
She had saved up 800 dollars by putting aside 50 cents or one dollar at a time.
After a while, Dolores finally found Sid Winslet’s hiding place for the money.
It was all brand new 100-dollar banknotes.
They were carefully wrapped in plastic bags.
Dolores didn’t count them carefully, but judging by their thickness, there should be around 30,000 dollars.
This cash was all the savings of this family.
Dolores packed the money, picked up a few changes of clothes, called her children, and left on the car.
Rachel Barton was sitting in the car.
At that moment, the car door was opened.
It was Viola Thompson.
Rachel couldn’t wait to ask, “Viola, when are we leaving?”
Viola gave a faint smile, “Rachel, guess who this is.”
After saying this, she took a step aside.
Dolores came over with her two children in front of Rachel.
Rachel hugged Dolores tightly.
Seeing Dolores again, Rachel felt heartache and guilt. She was anxious to leave but forgot about her elder sister who had been so kind to her.
If it weren’t for Dolores contacting Viola in time, she would still be locked up in the Mayhew family’s third-floor!
The two sisters cried their hearts out.
The two children stood by their side.
After crying, Rachel looked up at Viola, “Viola, can I bring my big sister with me?”
She wanted to take Dolores away from this living hell.
Viola smiled with her eyebrows curled up and the corner of her mouth forming a curve, “Don’t worry, I’ve arranged everything for your big sister and your second sister.”
“What’s there to thank?” Viola continued, “What’s our relationship? Now, let’s go to the airport. After we arrive, let’s find a hotel to rest for the night. We’ll leave tomorrow morning at six o’clock and should arrive at Capital City around nine. What do you think?”
She, Terrence Lentz, Dolores, and the driver hadn’t slept all night.
They needed to rest a little bit.
Otherwise, their bodies wouldn’t be able to take it.
“Alright,” Rachel nodded.
Viola went on, “I’ll sit in the car behind; you have a good chat with your sister.”
After saying that, Viola turned and went to the minivan behind.
When she opened the door, she saw the man sitting there.
He was holding a newspaper.
On his knife-cut exquisite face, there was no trace of fatigue. Seeing her coming up, he put away the newspaper, “Is everything okay with Rachel’s sister?”
“Yes,” Viola nodded slightly and sat next to him, “Let’s go back to the airport first, and then we’ll stay in a hotel for the night. We’ll leave tomorrow morning.”
“Alright,” Terrence Lentz nodded slightly, “I’ll listen to you.”
Then, he looked up and told the driver to start the car.
The driver smiled happily, thinking that this kind of feeling was truly wonderful.
He had to listen to the sir, but the sir
Viola leaned on the seatback and yawned, “I’m so sleepy. Aren’t you tired?”
“Then I’ll take a nap before we get there. Wake me up when we arrive.” Viola continued.
Terrence Lentz nodded slightly.