~Mia Mondragon~
Albert Ros looked at me, and my look of distress flashed by. He picked me up and put me in the car, and then drove me back to his mansion.
Along the way, I was indifferent. When I got home, I also allowed Albert Ros to put me back on the bed.
I slowly looked up at him, my voice was empty and without a trace of emotion: "I promise you, I will never run away again. Please let my mother go.”
I thought he had taken my mother in order, to control me. Albert Ros's eyes were somewhat injured, but I, who had already lowered my head, did not notice it.
The words of explanation turned a few corners in Albert Ros' throat, but he still didn't say them because of my face. He wanted to tell me that he was not taking away my mother because of the threat.
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