Mark couldn’t give up—not when Mom and the Aunt Tara might die if he did.
“Sob… sob… they’re all lying. After you left, Second Madam and Sheila came. They bullied me. Sheila hit me, and Auntie Li slapped her twice. Her face is still red. Please, I’m begging you, believe me. Please…”
At that moment, Mark clung to the man in front of him like he was his only hope, desperately pleading with a stranger to help.
Benjamin felt like his heart was being torn apart. This unfamiliar version of his son terrified him.
“Mark, calm down. Daddy believes you.”
How could he not believe his own son?
In desperate times, any straw might save a drowning man. And Mark was the only one who could truly shake his composure.
Mark looked at him, eyes wide with emotion. “Daddy, I’ll tell you a secret. I can ac
