The child escaped the fate of starving to death, yet could not escape what followed. Malin closed his eyes in pain.
He didn't know how to explain to the lady that he had taken him away from her side, yet failed to protect him.
Malin sighed, looking at Faye, "Where is Wicket's mother?"
"She passed away half a year ago. The doctor said it was due to multiple organ failure. She had sacrificed too much to raise Wicket and his two sisters...to the point where even drinking potions was no longer effective," Faye also sighed as he spoke.
"Fate never pities the weak. The strong at least have the ability to save themselves, but the weak? The weak can only face their desperate situations helplessly," Malin said, taking a deep breath. "Take me to see those murderers."
