It’s in the tropics. Even though the weather is hot, due to the many rivers, rain is quite common in the middle of the night.
Especially after September, influenced by the southwest monsoon, the weather cools down, and if one is not careful, one might catch a chill. The locals are already used to these temperature differences in the morning and evening, but this young girl came from Chulae and is not accustomed to the climate change, making it normal for her to fall ill.
With no medication in the villa, the kind maid couldn’t bear to see such a pretty and obedient child suffering, so she went to the kitchen to get a towel to apply to her face. After a while, the girl showed signs of fever-reduction, and she clenched her teeth and left the room.
When she returned, she had a jasmine flower garland and nine chrysanthemums in her hand. She knelt facing the window, praying with her hands folded, “Mighty Ganesha, believer Giana prays that you bless this child to recover soon.”
She was so young, at the innocent and lovely age, it would be a pity if she died of illness. Perhaps Giana’s prayer worked, as by evening, Sasha’s fever finally subsided, and she no longer had nightmares. However, she seemed like she had been pulled out of water, her whole body soaked.
Giana stayed by her side in the room, until Sasha woke up and finally smiled. It was a warm smile, filled with relief, happiness, and gratitude. Sasha, being new here, was unfamiliar with everything and seemed calm as she obediently slept and ate, but inside, she was terrified.
Terrified of dying here, never seeing her mother and father again. The nightmare just now was the last straw, this illness was partly due to the weather changes, but also because of the anxiety in her heart.
Seeing Giana’s smile now, she felt extremely comforted, even thinking of her mother and Aunt Cheyenne. After all, she was just a three-year-old child, even if she was sensible… in the face of illness and panic, she was also fragile.
Sasha threw herself into the maid’s arms, clutching her tightly and crying loudly. She knew the maid was deaf and couldn’t understand her words, but Sasha could only pour out her troubles to her.
“Auntie, I’m so scared here… I miss my mommy and daddy, I want to go home.”
“My mom is a very good person, and my dad is very good to me, they love me very much.”
“I miss home…”
Although the maid couldn’t hear what she said, she could lip-read and vaguely understand the girl’s words. She didn’t mind giving this lovely girl a touch of maternal warmth, her rough hands used to years of manual labor gently patting Sasha’s back, comforting her as she used to comfort children to sleep.
Giana was a mother before she came here, and if her child was still with her, he would be nine years old. So when she saw the delicate and lovely Sasha, she would think of what her son looked like at three years old.
In the end, she found that boys and girls were indeed different. Her son would not cling to her and cry like Sasha does, as that little one was stubborn from the moment he was born.
Whether it was her warm embrace or Sasha being tired of crying, she fell asleep again under her gentle patting.
Giana gently changed her clothes, then carefully tucked the child back into the blanket, neatly arranging the corners before quietly leaving the room.
The fever had subsided for now, but the illness was far from stable, with the possibility of a relapse at any time.
It seemed she needed to ask her husband for some medicine.
Giana had her master’s phone number, but since she couldn’t speak, she had never dialed that number before.
After some thought, she decided to contact her master through a text message. Just as she picked up her phone to compose a message, the front door was kicked open with a loud bang.
Clang-
The magnificent and solid door made a sound that startled Giana, making her heart skip a beat as she anxiously turned to look back.
A middle-aged man in a black floral shirt led a group of a dozen young blond guys dressed similarly in floral shirts and board shorts barging in from outside.
The middle-aged man appeared to be in his early forties, short and chubby, sporting a large belly resembling that of a pregnant woman in her eighth or ninth month.
His face was fierce, with three scars running from his forehead straight down to his chin.
When he laid eyes on the maid, his eyes lit up, and he immediately strode towards her.
Giana retreated in fear, taking several steps back until she bumped into the TV cabinet behind her, with nowhere else to escape.
Upon closer inspection, the middle-aged man found her features to be rather plain and he expressed some disdain.
“Too dark and too skinny, not at all voluptuous. I can’t believe Mr. Hurst has such poor taste,” he remarked in his native Taswyan dialect, which Giana understood through lip-reading, causing her face to blush suddenly.
He misunderstood; she was not Mr. Hurst’s woman.
The mysterious Mr. Hurst was a neat freak, not even wanting clothes that she had touched, let alone her.
But there was no need to explain, as the man quickly reached out and grabbed her slender neck, coldly demanding, “Where’s Sam? Tell me now!”
Being choked by him, Giana’s breathing became rapid, and she coughed several times in succession.
Her cherry lips emitted a broken sound, incomprehensible.
It was then that the chubby man realized the young maid was actually mute.
“Sam is so cautious, he even hires a deaf-mute. Since you don’t know where he is, why should I keep you alive? I’ll just kill you!” he declared, pulling out a knife from his pocket and lunging towards the woman as if venting his frustration.
Just as the knife was about to take the maid’s life, he suddenly felt a pain in his leg.
“Who’s there?”
Lowering his head, the chubby man saw a young kid who had bitten his leg out of nowhere.
Due to the sweltering daytime heat and living in the valley rainforest, he, like his boys, was wearing only red floral beach shorts.
The bite from Sasha went straight into his leg flesh.
It was blood!
Once he realized that the one biting him was a tender white-skinned kid, his attention shifted momentarily. He lifted Sasha by her nightdress collar with one hand while holding the knife in the other.
“Hey, little girl, is it you who dared to bite me? So fair and tender, I wonder if your flesh is just as tender!”
Hearing his intentions to eat a person, Giana was instantly frightened.
She knelt down to beg for mercy.
But the chubby man paid her no attention, finding her annoying and kicking her away.
“Get away, you mute!”
“Let me go! You can’t bully Auntie, the maid!”
The little kid, still sickly, spoke with a soft, sweet voice, incredibly charming.