Eve curled up on the bed, just like Su Lixuan, suffering from insomnia until dawn.
She rarely couldn't sleep, and she had a big heart. No matter what happened, she would fall asleep with her eyes closed and cry.
Leaving all her worries to tomorrow is her innate personality.
But this time is different. Tonight is the last day she survives.
Eve held a spare lighter in her hand.
The young master must not know that she secretly hid two.
Eve hugged her knees with one hand and held the lighter in the other hand. She just waited for dawn and the young master went to work, then lit the basement on fire.
"Baby, don't be afraid...Mom will be with you soon..."
Eve's eyes blurred, then blurred again.
This was the longest night she had ever experienced. She was very aware of every movement of the second hand, and the blood was flowing slowly in her body.
In the morning, Eve was dozing off in a daze, her heavy head nodded a few times, and suddenly the mechanism behind her opened.
Eve sat up in shock—the lighter in her palms was sweating.
Old man Yale walked in, holding breakfast in his hand.
Eve was a little surprised. Normally, the old man at Yale would bring food in through the small window, because the mechanism couldn't be opened except for the young master's fingerprints.
Eve subconsciously looked behind her, but the young master did not follow her in.
"Little Eve, let's have some breakfast."
"How did Mr. Yale get in?"
"The young master has removed the lock of the mechanism..."
"Removed? Why?"
"You will know after breakfast. I will tell you slowly." Old Man Yale handed the milk to her and put down the ham sandwich and bird's nest porridge.
To be honest, Eve is waiting to die now. She has no appetite at all. How can she want to have breakfast? She is going to die anyway.
She took the milk and couldn't force herself to drink some.
"Eat quickly, you lack nutrition and need to take a good rest recently." Old man Yale looked at her with concern.
Eve looked at the kind old man in front of her and suddenly wanted to cry: "Sir Yale...if...the young master can't control his temper, you must intercede for me and don't anger my family..."
"What? What did you do to make the young master angry again?"
Eve lowered her head, she was about to do a terrible thing...
The young master probably wouldn't really be buried with Yi's family. He was just verbally threatening her, right?
But Eve was a little unsure and still worried.
"Anyway, I still need to get rid of Mr. Yale and help Eve more."
"Master cares about you so much, how could he really blame you?" Old Man Yale patted her shoulder comfortingly, "If there is any misunderstanding, just tell me and Master will forgive you."
Eve shook her head... she couldn't forgive her. The young master would never forgive her again.
"Eat quickly, the porridge will get cold if you don't eat it." Old Man Yale urged.
Eve had no choice but to drink the porridge one bite at a time, keeping the lighter tightly in her right hand.
Old man Yale turned around, opened the closet, took out a few pieces of clothes, folded them and packed them away.
Eve drank a few mouthfuls of porridge and asked in confusion: "What is Mr. Yale doing?"
"Help you pack your things. Is there anything special you want to take away?"
"Leave?" Eve asked in surprise, "Master, are you going to let me go!?"
It’s unbelievable. Did she really wait for this day of freedom? Is the young master really willing to let her go?