As she confirmed it was Irish, Mary began to chatter endlessly. "Irish, it is my fault. I always thought that you were happy since you often wore a smile, but I never cared about how you felt. How's it going? Joseph said that he would take you to a beautiful place to relax. Do you feel better right now? Irish, you have to be happy and safe. I promised your mother to take good care of you."
Irish's heart dropped as she heard the words from Mary, turning to Joseph, who still stared at her calmly. Irish knew that he had reached his goal, and now even her aunt believed in what he said.
"Aunt..." Irish said hesitantly. She turned back, trying to avoid his eyes, and then bit her lips. "I am fine. Don't worry about me. But don't trust Joseph."
However, as she finished her sentence, her leg was pinched, and the pain struck her suddenly.
It was Joseph. He reached out to pinch her.
"Ouch!"
