Algerone recalled the past, his eyes brimming with tears. "Back then, I carried the children out with the villagers, one by one. My hands were covered in blood, and crying could be heard everywhere. When I picked up a little girl, she clung to my neck and refused to let go. She didn't cry or fuss, she just looked at me..."
"Her eyes were so beautiful, like the stars in the sky, so bright. She kept looking at me, unwilling to let go or say anything."
"Her forehead was actually injured and bleeding, but she didn't cry. Maybe she was numb from the pain, or maybe she was scared silly. She looked so pitiful being so obedient." Algerone said sadly, his gaze falling on Belinda lying there. He recalled the details of that day -
"I suddenly remembered we had a first aid kit in our car, so I took her there since the other children were being helped by villagers and the police would arrive soon."
"In the car, she still clung to my neck refusing to let go. Only later did we realize this was because she was terrified and traumatized. She underwent long professional psychological treatment afterwards."
Tristan listened anxiously and painfully, as if he was reliving Monica's trauma.
"At the time when Belinda treated her wounds, we asked her many questions, like where her parents were and what her name was, but she just remained silent, as if she couldn't hear. "
Looking back now, Algerone still felt heartbroken.
"At the time, seeing how well-behaved, cute and pitiful she was, Belinda decided not to hand her to the police." Algerone's mood darkened as he said, "We were also selfish because we had never successfully conceived a child, and as Belinda predicted, most of the children could not return to their parents and ended up in foster care, living different lives."
"I'm really glad we kept her and named her Monica, which means beautiful, outstanding, excellent and auspicious. She was so cute as a child and her name signified our family becoming more complete and united with her arrival."
Tristan listened very attentively to the cruel yet beautiful story. He felt his breathing slow.
"Uncle, it was Monica's blessing to have met you and auntie." Tristan was relieved for the girl. If not for her good fortune in meeting Algerone and Belinda that day, Monica would have had a very different life.
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