Jane had always cared about me, and for that, I was deeply grateful.
The days in this house were tormenting, and I felt I couldn't hold on much longer. If it weren't for Jane's concern and care, I wasn't sure I would still be alive today.
Experiencing the world's coldness made me truly treasure the warmth of those who cared about me and those I held dear.
I lay in the room resting, unsure of how much time had passed when I suddenly heard a noise. Judging by the sound, it seemed Abigail had returned.
However, I had no intention of stepping out to check because I knew that what awaited me was a cold, expressionless face.
It would only lead to more of Abigail's relentless criticism and humiliation.
I couldn't bear her constant disdain and maltreatment any longer. All I wanted was a life of my own, one that didn't revolve around Abigail.
Then came a series of soft knocks on the door. Shortly after, I heard Abigail's voice calling out quietly from the other side.
"Samuel… it's me, Abigail."
I remained silent for a moment, refusing to respond.
Perhaps if Abigail hadn't told me it was her, I might have opened the door to check. But now that she had, all I felt was revulsion.
I didn't want to open the door. I didn't want to see the expression on her face. That face would only plunge me deeper into despair, into the endless abyss of her torment, a place I could never escape.
But in the next instant, the sound of a lock turning broke the silence.
Startled, I looked toward the door and saw Abigail walking in with the guest room key in her hand.
Seeing my breakdown, Abigail's panic deepened. Her voice trembled as she said, "Samuel, tell me. What's wrong?"
I took a deep breath, struggling to find the words to explain.
Instead, I forced a faint, bitter smile and shook my head lightly. "I can't escape you, Abigail. No matter what I do, I'm always trapped."
I let out a bitter laugh. "You never stop, do you? Every moment, you remind me that there's no escape and no freedom from you."
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