Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 421

Rebecca pursed her lips after hearing what I said. She reluctantly nodded and then walked toward the two men guarding the secret room from the outside. I did not know what she said to them.

Nonetheless, the two men's faces lit up, and they followed her.

Once they left, I snuck up to the entrance of the secret room and went inside. The layout of these houses was mostly the same, filled with cages holding people from different countries.

Many of them were missing limbs or had their tongues cut out. Those who were still alive might have been valuable for ransom. Those with no value were mostly dead, their useless body parts were dismembered and discarded in the poppy fields. I had known about this for five years now, and I had seen it with my own eyes.

I looked at the elderly man barely clinging to life inside the iron cage. He had closed his eyes and lay motionless. His face was deathly pale and bloodless, and his tattered clothes were in disarray. The jagged wound on his leg was still bleeding, and the surrounding flesh had turned pale. I couldn't imagine how much blood he had lost, but at this rate, his leg was likely to become useless.

It seemed that the people here had no intention of treating his injuries.

Perhaps hearing some movement, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, fixing his sharp and wary gaze on me. They seemed to be on high alert and looked cold.

Startled by his piercing look, I jumped back. However, after a moment, he seemed to sense that I meant no harm, and he relaxed, closing his eyes once again.

Then, I approached the iron cage to inspect his wound. I could not help but frown. I knew I had to do something to help him.

Perhaps sensing that I had no intention of leaving, he opened his eyes again and looked at me. "You're not from here."

I paused for a moment, surprised to hear him speak with a Lake City accent. "You're from Lake City?" I asked.

He also paused before nodding and replied, "You too?"

I nodded and retrieved some medicine from my pocket. Rebecca gave me this medicine to treat my whip wounds, and it worked quite well. I had been carrying it with me this whole time.

Looking at his injured leg, I said, "Let me help you with that. If it continues like this, your leg will be rendered useless."