Chapter 82

• Can you please disobey my father on this? You can't strip me! Just wash my face with water so I can open it again," I pleaded as my feet felt the floor of the bathroom.
• "We never planned on obeying him. We won't do that," one of them said, and I exhaled heavily in relief.
• I never knew there was anyone who had a glimmer of pity for me. They poured a full bucket of water on my face and gave me another to soak my face in as it was all covered in splatter from the stew.