Domenic trusted his instincts.

He figured a few days of training with the man would be enough to determine if he possessed any genuine skill.

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If I manage to break free, I’ll ensure your wish is fulfilled.

”

The man observed the boy before him, his fists clenched and his face resolute, and a satisfied smile spread across his face.

He was rarely mistaken in his judgment of others.

From then on, Domenic would stealthily make his way to the backyard in the early hours to train in combat with the man.

Once Domenic confirmed that the man was indeed skilled and had not deceived him, his dedication to learning intensified.

Despite the pain racking his body and the weakness in his feet, Domenic pressed on without pause.

He had made remarkable strides, diligently pushing forward over the past two weeks.

“Even though your efforts were last-minute, they should suffice to handle those fierce dogs,” the man said, reassured by Domenic’s incremental growth.

“The forecast calls for heavy rain tomorrow.

This is a rare and perfect chance.

I’ll stir up some trouble to draw the guard away from the base.

After that, it’s all on you.

”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

A stir of determination unsettled Domenic’s usually calm heart.

Clenching his teeth, he realized this might be his last chance.

On the day Domenic fled, a storm raged just as it had on the day he was taken to the mental hospital.

Rain streamed down Domenic’s body from his head to his toes, yet he stood steadfast like a pine in the relentless downpour, eyes peeled for the right moment.

The man swiftly distracted the guard, enabling Domenic to enter the base without any trouble.

As soon as the free-range fierce dogs caught the scent of an intruder, they unleashed furious barks and lunged at Domenic.

Agile as a cheetah, Domenic tightened his fists, small yet solid, and floored the attacking dogs one by one.

His clothes were ripped apart, revealing scratches and bite wounds across his body, yet he didn’t back down.

In the rain, his dark eyes grew wilder.

The storm muffled the dogs’ barks within the asylum, keeping Domenic’s struggle unnoticed.

By the time Domenic squeezed through a jagged crack in the wall, his clothes were barely hanging on.

Blood trickled down his cheeks, neck, arms, and fingertips.

Despite the rain, he stood tall and let out a low, haunting laugh into the night.

His laughter echoed like that of a specter rising from the abyss.

“After my escape, I learned that my grandpa had recovered and taken back control of the Walsh Group.

So I stationed myself on the route he always took, and finally, I saw him again.

Under his wing, I returned home.

He was my protector, mentor, and supporter.

I cherish him for that, but during that time, I uncovered something horrifying…”

As he reached this point in his story, Domenic turned to face Lindsey, whose expression was one of utter shock.

He had never shared the full extent of his past with Lindsey, but even the bits he mentioned were enough to terrify her.

Lindsey had never imagined that Domenic, who was only ten years old at the time, still a boy in need of care and protection, had endured such extremes of cruelty in the world.

It felt as though someone was squeezing her heart, the pain more intense than any physical injury she’d suffered.

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