Chapter 115 Two Janky Houses
Henry continued, “It’s just that the children at the orphanage were too old for them—they wanted a newborn. Later, they met Wesley by chance, and through his recommendation, they bought Little Master from the trafficker for a hundred thousand.”
“However, their factory was shut down four years ago because of poor management, and they owed the workers a lot of money. The guy couldn’t take it, so he started drinking every day. When he got drunk, he would abuse his wife and Little Master. Finally, the woman had enough of the levants and his abuse last year. As a result, she ran away after a fight with the guy, leaving Little Master with him,” he said.
“With his factory down and his wife gone, he became even more shattered and drank to the point of alcohol abuse. Like before, he would lash out at Little Master every time he got drunk. Worse, he would lock Little Master up in a dark space, forbidding him from leaving or allowing anyone to approach Little Master. Sometimes, he would be neglected and even starve for days. The neighbors would sometimes sneakily give Little Master some food when they felt bad for him, but the guy would belabor Little Master if he was caught.”
After a pause, he continued, “With time, even the neighbors dared not get themselves involved. Little Master has suffered a lot over the years. According to Wesley, he saw Little Master once when he stopped us last time. Like usual, Little Master was locked up in that dark space, absolutely emaciated. Worse, strangers scare him. The poor kid must be traumatized.”
Vania’s eyes turned bloodshot the more she listened, and her body shook with anger while her fingers were bloodless from clenching them forcefully. He was at an age where he didn’t have to worry about anything, yet he was experiencing a living hell.
It didn’t matter, though. She had found him now, and she would never let him suffer such grievances ever again.
Just as Henry was about to let on more, Vania waved her hand. “That’s enough.”
At that, she asked with a quivering voice, “Will the guy let him go?”
Leo then spoke up. “According to Wesley, the guy turned to alcohol because he has no money to pay his debts after his factory was shut down. We’ve dug into it, and it’s exactly what Wesley has told us.”
Vania frowned at that. “How much does he owe?”
“Apparently, he owes the workers a total of three million.”
“Will he let the child go if we help him pay his debts?”
Leo nodded in response. “For a guy who has to run and hide from debt collectors and police, I’m sure he will. Besides, we have evidence of his factory evading taxes for years. If we give it to the police, it’ll be enough for him to stay in jail for the rest of his life.”
“Alright.” Vania nodded, her fists clenched tightly, her gaze heavy.
It was a smooth ride, and they reached the suburbs after crossing the city highway.
The roads here were still considerably flat. The facilities, however, were far worse.
They had evidently fallen into disrepair, and the houses on either side of the road looked like the residents themselves had built them.
Some were alright, while others were somewhat janky. Many would cross this road, and many resided here too.
As such, they weren’t amazed to see a car passing by.
After several twists and turns, Leo finally pulled over in front of a janky house that was on the verge of collapsing.
“Boss, this is it,” he said as he killed the engine.
“Yeah.”
At that, the trio exited the car while their backups pulled over behind them.
Vania didn’t know how to describe her feeling when she looked at the house before her eyes, knowing that her child was in there.
Then, she took a deep breath and said, “Come on, let’s go in.”
There were two janky houses with a modest yard piled high with empty liquor bottles messily.
