My Alpha Wants Two Lunas I'm Done novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165 He Remembered Everything

Laila’s POV:

My tears fell even harder.

If I had known Raymond was still alive, I would have searched for him to the ends of the earth.

That way, he wouldn’t have had to suffer so much.

After a long while, I finally calmed down.

I had a servant come in to clear the dishes and bring paper and a pen.

“Raymond, I know you can read and write. Even if you haven’t written in the past two years, at least you still remember how.” I looked at him. “Tell me, how did you escape? And how did you end up in those people’s hands?”

As I spoke, I sniffed, trying to hold back the urge to cry again.

Raymond nodded and picked up the quill.

Maybe it had been too long since he last wrote. Maybe it was because of long-term malnutrition and beatings. His fingers were slightly deformed, and he couldn’t put much strength into holding the pen. I wrapped my hand around his to steady him.

After a while, he slowly began to write.

Stroke by stroke, very slowly.

Writing was hard for him. He couldn’t muster much strength, and his fingers wouldn’t fully obey him. After each stroke, he had to pause and catch his breath.

It took nearly 15 minutes for him to finish.

The letters were crooked and uneven. I had to look at them for a long time before I could make them out.

Buy. Honey. Candy.

Oh my Moon Goddess…

My tears burst out again.

Those words stabbed into my heart like a knife. The pain made my body curl slightly.

A few days before the massacre, I had returned to the family den and discussed the battle at Lovanfall Battlefield with my mother. She was worried about my grandfather, afraid he would fall on the battlefield like my father and brothers and never come back.

She was also worried about Holt. She feared that if he died, I wouldn’t live well for the rest of my life.

I had comforted her before leaving, but I was still heavy-hearted.

I worried about my grandfather, and even more about my mother. I was afraid her constant anxiety would damage her health.

Outside my mother’s courtyard, I ran into Raymond.

He had looked up at me with his small face and asked with concern, “Laila, are you unhappy?”

I had smiled and rubbed his hair. “A little, but I’ll be fine soon. Don’t worry.”

Those people said the children had three possible fates. They could become beggars, be trained as pickpockets, or if they were girls, be sold into brothels.

His leg had been broken that very day.

So he could only become a beggar.

They forced the children to drink drugs that ruined their voices and erased the scent from their bodies.

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Of course, the girls weren’t made mute.

For some of the older children who could read and write, their fingers were smashed one by one. After all, beggars looked more pitiful that way and could earn more money.

Raymond had only been four or five at the time. They thought he couldn’t read, so they didn’t crush his fingers.

For the past two years, he had been moved from town to town.

It was more than half a year after he was taken that he learned about his family’s massacre.

At that time, everyone was saying that all the Conlays were dead.

When he heard that the Conlays were wiped out he thought it included me.

He thought I was dead too.