Chapter 308 Burning With Rage

• Peering through the windows, Arielle saw Malorie Thisdale's wrinkled face illuminated by a single yellow lightbulb. Her expression was exceedingly pitiful as she pleaded, “Please, I'm just an old woman. I'm begging you to please let me go. I swear if I had any money at all, I would have given some to you all!”
• A shabbily dressed man stood before her. Arielle caught sight of multiple patches on his trousers with her sharp vision.
• Beside him stood a little boy who looked about ten years old. Clad in similarly ragged and filthy clothes, he gazed at the adults with big, bright eyes.