But dad was too kind-hearted, and I feared he would be morally coerced by that vicious woman, Adeline Murphy, like last time.

So, even though I was scared, I had to stand up and protect my family.

Sure enough, as soon as we went downstairs, I saw those two faces that terrified me.

Adeline still had a pitiful look.

But who could have imagined that when she imprisoned me in a dark room, she would beat, abuse, and insult me?

And that mentally disabled son, Aaron Reed, perfectly inherited his father's criminal genes. His stupidity was filled with evil. He seemed simple and weak, but from the first time he saw me, he started planning various brutal tortures against me.

"Sorry, our basement might still be useful. Please find another place."

Dad, as always, was polite.

But with people like this, being polite was the worst thing. Adeline didn't change her expression and continued to act pitiful. "Look. We are helpless and have nowhere to go. Please help us find a place."

"Hmm..."

Dad looked at me in confusion, and of course, I didn't indulge her.

"Auntie, you can't be too greedy. My dad already gave you 1000 dollars; how can you still morally coerce him into finding you a house?"

Hearing me, she slightly changed her expression. "Little girl, you can't say that. You see my situation. My child is not as beautiful and smart as you. Shouldn't you rich people help us?"

What a good argument.

Despite my fear, I retorted, "You have good hands and feet. You can find a job to support your child instead of begging for money. No one owes you anything. Helping you is kind, not helping is normal. If you keep pestering us, give back the 1,000 dollars."

Hearing me, Adeline reluctantly said, "Rich people are always so petty."

Then she tried to pull Aaron away.

But Aaron stood still.

Until the moment I turned to go upstairs, I heard him say, "Mom, I want her. Find a way to get her for me."

As soon as I entered the elevator, my legs went weak, and I fell to my knees inside.

My dad was startled when he saw me like this. He quickly helped me up and anxiously asked what was wrong.

But I couldn't tell him.

In my previous life, that mentally disabled person had also said these words. It was after I had delivered supplies to the mother and son living in the basement. His eyes at that time were identical to now, filled with murderous intent and desire.