Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

Chapter 1684 He Hadn't Thought About That

"What have you been through?"

Ebby felt that she was a little speechless.

In fact, it wasn't that she hadn't thought about what a three-year-old child would go through after being

lost. It was only when she saw that Alison was now intact as she stood in front of her that she

comforted herself that everything was okay.

Perhaps Alison was lucky, or perhaps the ancestors of the Close family blessed her. Alison had come

back safe and sound, right?

For Alison, there were so many things she didn't want to say at first, but now she couldn't help it.

Alison sneered and said, "I was only three years old. I remember very clearly that a bearded man told

me that my aunt was waiting for me over there and asked me to come with him. I didn't go, but he

simply covered my mouth with a handkerchief. A pungent smell hit me and then I lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I found myself in a mountain. The family was poor and lived in shacks, but they

had bought me."

"I thought I finally had a home. I don't care if they are not my real parents or if they are just total

strangers. At least I wasn't alone. Can you understand what it's like for a three-year-old to wake up

seeing all those strangers and strange surroundings? I was scared, I was afraid, I screamed, but all I

got was a brutal beating."

"The woman was so mean looking and hit me so hard with the whip in her hand. I was knocked

unconscious and no one cared if I lived or died. When I woke up again, I was thrown on the straw with

only cold, hard bread around me. Do you think that was the worst of it? No, it wasn't."

Alison clenched her hands into fists while her eyes were bloodshot and she said, word for word, "That

family had a son who was sick. They had no money to cure their son, so they had to go to the

mountains and pick herbs. But they were not doctors and did not know what kind of herbs would be

useful for their son's illness. So they bought me for the simple purpose of trying out the herbs for her

son!"

"Every herb her son took had to be taken by me first. Only when I had no reaction would she feed it to

her son. There were many times when I thought I really could not bear so much pain that I vomited and

wanted to die immediately, but every time I miraculously survived. Did you ever think at that time that

your niece would go through this?"

Ebby froze.

She hadn't thought about this!

She really hadn't thought about it!

She thought that the worst thing was that Alison had been thrown out on the streets begging with her

legs broken by traffickers. So all these years, she had checked those children begging on the streets,

but never found her.

She really didn't know that Alison would actually be worse off than those children!

Ebby instantly burst into tears.

Alison, however, smiled brightly, while tears glistened in her eyes.

"You know? I've lived like this for four years! For over a thousand days and nights, I didn't look forward

to growing up quickly, but to dying sooner so that I could be relieved. That mountain was far, far away

from the outskirts of the city. I tried to escape once but failed. When I was caught, I was once again

beaten to a pulp. Then when I was seven years old, my foster father tied me up while my foster mother

was away. He touched me from head to toe and even kissed me. Do you know how I felt then?"

"Stop it! Stop it!"

Ebby felt that she couldn't listen on. If she listened any longer, she would go crazy.

Alison, however, still smiled and said, "I thought at that time that I must have committed a heinous sin

in my past life, otherwise why would God do this to me? But when my foster mother came back and

saw what my foster father had done to me, instead of blaming my foster father, she punished me and

blamed me, saying that I had seduced my foster father. Does a seven-year-old know what seduction

is? Do I need to have my hands and feet tied to seduce him?"

"Alison, stop it."

"Why should I stop? You can't listen to it anymore? Then if I told you that I killed my foster father myself

when I was eight, stabbed my foster mother, took all their money, ran alone through the mountains for

three days and nights before I saw a bus, then rode it to the outskirts of the city and passed out from

starvation in front of the orphanage, would you think I'm very worthy of being a member of the Close

family?"

Alison said, word for word, "People of the Close family are ruthless. I've inherited that well. My foster

parents raised me for four years and I could have killed them without hesitation. So what makes you

think I'm not one of the Close family? Hmm?"

Her voice was as soft as a feather falling gently on the surface of a lake, but it was oppressive and

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"Alison!"

Old Mrs. Close finally couldn't help herself and ran out from behind the door, then hugged her daughter

and cried uncontrollably.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why? You've been back for so long. Why didn't you tell me that you suffered

so much when you were a child? I don’t deserve to be your mother. I shouldn't have given you to her! It

was my mistake!"

Old Mrs. Close hugged Alison tightly, fearing that if she let go, Alison would be gone.

Alison was her daughter and the apple of her eye.

Who would have thought she would go through all this?

Ebby was a little surprised by Old Mrs. Close's sudden appearance.

"Sister, I ..."

"Go away! Ebby, over the years, Clark and I have always supported you and defended you, because

you have lost so much for the Close family. As your brother and sister-in-law, we have always loved

you. But only today did I realize that it was you who lost my daughter! It was you! You made my

daughter a child who tested drugs for others at the age of three! You let my daughter be molested by

an old man at the age of seven! How could you do this? It was because you lost your son and you

loved Alison so much that we trusted you with our child and you promised us that you would bring

Alison back. But what happened? You were the one who threw my daughter away with your own

hands! All these years, you watched me and your brother grieve and suffer for Alison day and night, but

you didn't even tell us the truth! If you had told us just anything about Alison's loss, we would not have

searched in the wrong direction and let my daughter suffer so much for no reason at all! And now you

even suspect that my daughter is not one of the Close family. How could you? How?"

Old Mrs. Close questioned Ebby in a tearful tone. For a moment, Ebby did not know how to explain.

Clark was also in the room and heard all of it, and he was by now in tears.

He felt pity for his sister, and he had espoused and supported her at all costs over the years. In the

end, it was she who had lost his daughter!

It was simply ridiculous!

It was as if what he had done all these years was so ironic, as a resounding slap in Clark's face.

The Close family!

Was this the so-called united Close family?