“Understood, Ms. Arielle. Then I’ll excuse myself.” Larissa bowed gratefully to Arielle and left with the flight tickets and the name card. After Larissa left, Arielle sat alone in the room, pondering for a long while. After she cleared her thoughts, she took out her phone to check her messages. She saw a brief, straightforward message from Vinson: Come over when you’re free and help us to locate the man. Without wasting any time, Arielle turned on her computer and started pinpointing the location. She tried her best to narrow down the scope.
Even so, there were still quite a few private islands that matched the search. By the time Arielle sent the location, Cindy had also just arrived at the monastery entrance. Just when she got off her car, Louisa walked out with a cold expression and said rudely, “Are you guys treating here as a motel?” Cindy let out an unnatural smile and greeted her, “Hello, Louisa.” Louisa’s stare was still cold. “We have a lot of pilgrims at the moment, and we have not enough rooms. So you’ll stay in the same room with me.” Upon hearing that, Cindy’s expression stiffened. “How could I interrupt your meditation? I’ll stay with Shannie.” “Shannie?” Louisa smiled awkwardly. “I’ve asked her about that, but she’s reluctant to stay with you.”
Cindy lifted her head in awe. “That’s impossible.” “Feel free to ask her yourself,” Louisa said indifferently while heading into the monastery. Later, Cindy asked for directions along the way and finally found Shandie, who was chopping the wood up. From afar, she could see clearly that Shandie’s face had turned pale and tired compared to a few days before. She was heartbroken as she stepped forward to grab the ax in Shandie’s hand.
“Why’re you doing such harsh work? Look at your skin!” Shandie snatched back the ax coldly, without even looking at Cindy. “You’ll need to do it starting from tomorrow until Dad decides to fetch us back home.” Both of them were in total blind that Arielle had blocked all their letters. That explained why Shandie acted so cold towards Cindy, as she thought the latter had been ignoring all her letters. Disappointed by Cindy, Shandie felt that she could only count on herself.
The main priority within these walls was not how to protect her skin but to please Louisa in order not to starve. Cindy noticed Shandie’s peculiar behavior towards her. “Shannie, is this how you speak to your own mother?” Shandie cast a resentful smile. “Mother? Do you think you deserve that title? Don’t think I’m a fool. I know that you’re with another man beside Dad.” “You… what’s wrong with you? Are you trying to piss me off?”
Exasperated by those words, Cindy uncontrollably threw a slap on Shandie’s face. A loud smack was heard. Dumbfounded, Shandie covered her face with both hands. With that, Shandie’s gaze turned extremely malicious. She even started to suspect if she was really Cindy’s birth daughter.
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