Seeing Samuel take off his pants, Sampson instinctively turned around.
Samuel sneakily pulled out Sampsonâs phone and tried to dial Matthewâs number while watching his movements.
He had a good memory and could remember things like numbers especially easily after seeing them once or twice.
Just as he pressed the number, Sampson suddenly said, âHurry up!â Samuel hummed in response, finishing dialing the number.
Suddenly, Sampson turned around. Fortunately, he was slow enough to give Samuel some time to hide the phone. Quickly, he continued to hold his belly and feign pain.
âSamuel.â
âYes.â Samuel groaned in pain as he clutched his stomach.
âAre you okay with me marrying your mom?â Sampson asked him sheepishly.
What the hell?
Of course, he didnât want him to marry Mommy. Heâd rather Mommy get with the heartless guy than be with him. Samuel thought angrily.
But he couldnât bring himself to say it out loud, âThat would beâ¦great.â
Saying something so contrary to his heart, Samuel felt nauseous.
âReally?â Sampson was still hoping to be accepted by Samuel and Simona.
If he wasnât obligated, he didnât want to use such despicable means either.
He had never wanted to hurt the children, he just wanted to hide them for a while and threaten Dolores until she agreed to marry him.
He was going to get them back safely.
Samuel felt like he was about to throw up.
Sampson made him feel so disgusted and yet he had the guts to ask him âReally?â It was really strange!â thought Samuel to himself.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â Sampson moved closer, but Samuel made a quick hand gesture, âDonât come closer, I canât do that.â
âThen maybe your stomach doesnât hurt because you want to take a shit.â Sampson still came closer, âLetâs go back, Iâll take you somewhere nice.â
âWhatâ¦where?â Samuel gulped.
Obviously, he wasnât going to let Sampson just take him.
Unless he was going back to town. But heâd just said heâd show him somewhere.
Samuelâs heart raced. Now, he didnât even have a chance to ask for help.
What should he do?
What should he do?
What should he do if his grandmother and sister were really in danger?
He was so anxious that his forehead was sweating profusely.
âNoâ¦nothing.â Sampson stammered and explained, âWhen we get back to town, Iâll take you to the hospital.â
âCome on.â Sampson reached out to lift him up.
Samuel quickly refused, âI have to pull my pants up, donât look at me.â He feigned shyness.
Sampson smiled, âIâm a man too and Iâve seen you before. When you were a baby, I used to change your diapers.â
âBut Iâm not a baby anymore.â Samuel hugged his knees tightly, the phone still tucked in his arms. If Sampson got too close, he was going to see the phone.
âOkay, hurry up!â Sampson turned away without getting any closer.
Samuel pulled the phone out again, wanting to make a call. Suddenly, the phone rang in his hands and he panicked as he tried to reject the call. The phone fell to the floor. His heart was beating so fast from nervousness that it was about to burst his rib cage.
It was too late to pick it up.
Sampson turned around and looked at the phone on the floor. His eyes narrowed. How could this phone be in Samuelâs hand? He was confused.
âIâ¦Iâ¦â Samuel wanted to explain himself but couldnât find a reason. The phone had fallen out of his hands, it was irrefutable proof.
He couldnât explain it.
âYouâve been lying to me? Your stomach doesnât hurt at all! You held me tight, not because you wanted comfort, but because you wanted to steal my phone.â Sampson approached menacingly step by step.
Samuel had never seen Sampson looking so horrible, he couldnât help but take a step back with his pants in his hands.
âYou⦠Stay away!â
Sampson grabbed the phone and Samuel took off running, taking advantage of the fact that he was crouched on the ground.
There was no path in the woods here.
He had only run a few steps when he was caught by Sampson, who grabbed him around the waist, âIâm so good to you and your mom, why are you rejecting me? I trusted you and you lied to me.â
His expressions were terrifying.
Samuel struggled hard, âLet me go, let me go now!â
At that moment, the phone in Sampsonâs pocket rang again.
He pulled out the phone, the name âMariaâ glowed on the screen.
He answered the call.
Mariaâs pressing voice was immediately heard from the other end, âWhy arenât you here yet, look at the time! And why havenât you answered my call?â
âSomething has happened to meâ¦â
Just then, Samuel bit Sampsonâs arm and Sampson groaned in pain.
âLet go!â Sampson angrily scolded him.
Using all his strength, Samuel didnât let go, determined to bite into the flesh of his arm.
Sampson was in so much pain that he slapped Samuel. Samuelâs face reddened in an instant, the five fingers were clearly imprinted on his small white cheek, then his cheek began to swell a little.
Sampson glared at Samuel angrily, grabbing at the collar of his shirt, âHow dare you bite me?â
âYouâve bullied Mom! I want to bite you to death.â Samuel glared back at her.
He was obviously so small and weak compared to Sampson but eh wasnât willing to admit defeat.
Sampsonâs hand tightened on the collar of his shirt, âDid your mommy tell you?â
âNone of your business!â Samuel glared at him and shouted.
âWell, all right! Samuel, I underestimated you!â Sampson grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to the side of the road.
Samuel shut his mouth tightly, stubbornly refusing to utter a sound.
His ankle dragged painfully on the ground, though.
Jessica, who was waiting in the car, saw this scene and felt as if her heart had suddenly been stabbed. She could not breathe from shock and pain.
She hugged Simona, got out of the car and rebuked, âWhat the hell are you doing Dr. Herbert?â
Sampson raised his head and saw Jessica standing by the car, wide-eyed and full of rage.
âGrandma, get off me! Grab Simona and run. He wants to kidnap us so he can blackmail Mom into marrying him!â yelled Samuel at Jessica.
What?
It was so shocking that Jessica couldnât react for a moment, âWhat did you say?â.
It was too late to explain, so Samuel shouted, âRun! Quick!â
âJessica, donât listen to this nonsense. Itâs all a misunderstandingâ¦â
Misunderstanding?
Jessicaâs eyes were red as she trembled with rage, âYou abuse Samuel in front of my eyes and tell me itâs all a misunderstanding?â
Suddenly, her eyes grew redder and seemed to fill with a chilling anger.
She had thought Sampson looked strange, indeed, he had changed completely.
âRun!â Samuel was extremely anxious.
Jessica held Simona closer, but she didnât move. She couldnât ignore Samuel.
âDoctor Herbert, I think we need to talk.â She couldnât stop shaking.
She was panicking too much.
âNo way.â Since Dolores had discovered his intentions that night, there was no other way left for her to go.
For his sisterâs happiness, for his familyâs sake, and for himself.
He could only go forward.
There was no turning back.
âLeave me and go! Do you want me to catch us all to threaten Mom?â shouted Samuel.
Jessicaâs tears began to fall.
How could she leave a child?
Simona didnât know what was wrong, she blinked and asked, âGrandma, whatâs wrong with Samuel?â
Jessica looked down at Simona in her arms, thinking she couldnât let them all get caught.
She had to at least protect one and then go back to save the other.
She hugged Simona and ran off.
Sampson threw Samuel into the car, wanting to chase after Jessica, but Samuel held tightly to his arm.
âLet go!â
Samuel vowed not to let go.
Letting his dark side show itself to other people, Sampson completely lost his mind. He grabbed Samuel by the hair, âEven if they run away, I still have you! And your mommy will be willing to do anything to save you!â
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