Chapter 132. Let Me Go

CELINE's P O V

It was eight o'clock in the evening when Allen finally went out, and before he did, he gave instructions to a man in his mid-forties to watch out of me. According to what I overheard the two of them discussing earlier, he was the landlord of this residence and was assisting Allen in engaging in this unlawful activity for the sake of financial gain. His wife was in critical condition, and he needed the money to pay for the medicine she required.

I couldn't help but think back to when I took care of everything related to my mother's treatment and medication so that she could get better, but in the end she left me.

‘‘C'mon, eat something!’’ The man walked up to me, ripped off the tape that Allen had put on after Brylee had left, and then stuffed the food-filled spoon into my mouth while forcing my mouth to open with his other hand.

I spat the food on the ground and glared at him.

‘‘What the hell are you doing? You’re wasting the food!’’ he said, cl