"Please don't drive me out!"
Upon hearing Roger's words, Emily's tears flowed uncontrollably. She tried to stand tall, but her hands tightly gripped the hem of her clothes, looking at Roger with trepidation and fear.
"The journey was exhausting, and I want to rest a while longer." Roger shrugged helplessly, but Emily did not get up; instead, she shrank into the bed.
"I remember you do not belong to the Anglo family, so there's no need for this."
Roger asked, somewhat puzzled.
The girl shook her head, "Not anymore." She bit her lip but did not explain the reason to Roger.
Roger sighed and did not ask further. The world seemed peaceful on the surface, but it was far from being a place of song and dance, peace, and happiness.
Laborers at the bottom struggled, seeing only a faint glimmer of light. For most people, being able to eat well, have warmth, and a cozy home was already the greatest pursuit.
