Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife novel Chapter 638

Chapter 638

It was a stormy night filled with the ringing of thunderstorms. Ten-year-old Sylvia was still living in the old district with her grandparents at the time. That night, she wanted to eat snacks from a certain street vendor and snuck out of the house without her grandparents knowing. That was when she encountered the fateful scene of a boy surrounded by a group of people at the entrance of an alley. The poor boy was beaten up. 1 It was a rainy day and it was very dark. Not a soul passed by the alley.

She wanted to call someone for help but there was no one around and she did not have a phone either. She knew that she could not just watch as the poor boy continued to get brutalized. She grabbed a pocket journal from her pocket and put it to her ear to pretend that it was a phone. Then, she stood at the mouth of the alley and began calling for the police and informing the police of her current location. She put on a tremendous act to make it seem like she was truly calling the police. With how dark it was, the hooligans did not know that it was not a phone that she had in hand. So, they vanished in a puff of smoke.

That was when she ran to the boy. He twitched impulsively before she even touched him. He was in a terrible state. Sylvia could not help him up either. She ended up telling him to wait in the same spot while she went to get someone to call an ambulance. That was when the boy grabbed onto her wrist and pleaded meekly, “Don’t… don’t go.” They could not make out each other’s appearance in the dark, but Sylvia could clearly remember seeing the way he was trembling. She held an umbrella and stayed by his side for a very long time. Many years had passed since that fateful incident, and Sylvia’s memory of what they talked about then was very hazy by this point. All she could recall was how the boy refused to disclose what his name was or where he lived.

He only told her that it was his stepmother who put him in this state.

Upon this mention, Sylvia thought of her stepmother as well and told him how she had lost her mother when she was very young, and how his father had abandoned her. She figured that they had a sort of companionship in misery.

He seemed to open up upon hearing that and he asked her, “Does your stepmother pick on you too?”

She told him, “i lived with my grandparents since I was a child, so there’s no way for her to get to me.”

“My grandmother is very good to me too.” He shared.

So, they had a very long conversation. Suddenly, he asked, “What’s your name?”

Sylvia answered, “You tell me your name first, and I’ll tell you mine.”

This was not the first time she asked for his name that night.