Even if I could save Susan, could I do the same for the second, third or fourth one?
To be honest, I couldn't. I wasn't a saint!
The few families in the village all arrived, and they took turns to sit down and eat at the two tables. There were not many dishes, just some cabbage boiled with meat and beans. The women in the village were chatting together while standing, and Bobbie also came back after a while.
Someone went up to him and asked, "Mr. Hathaway, is there anything else your customers need? I still have five other children. All of them are very healthy."
Bobbie frowned slightly and said, "Not at the moment. I'll let you know if there's anything. Don't worry."
Can they do anything just for money? All of them were their biological children!
I couldn't control my emotions anymore. Sheridan, who was standing beside me, whispered, "Try not to think about it. Everyone has his own rules of survival. Perhaps, they don't have a choice, or they just took it for granted. You just need to focus on yourself."
I pursed my lips and lowered my head, not knowing what to say.
After dinner, some men from the Caulfield family came to pick Susan up. They came in a white van that was covered with dust. If it weren't for the flowers that were tied to the rearview mirror, no one would know that they were here to pick up the bride.
Gail dragged Susan out of the cow pen. It was shocking and frustrating at the same time to see the bride covered in dirt and cow dung.
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