Marriage Beyond Redemption

Chapter 107

Chapter 107 Wanted To Settle Down Here

She tried to force a smile and said, “I’m fine with this.”

Chris changed drastically in just half a day. He took off his branded clothes and wore Mrs. Fanny’s children’s clothes, which had been worn by countless children and had many patches.

The clothes were thick and relatively warm.

Chris was perfectly fine, following Peyton like a little tail.

Sometimes he would be curious and want to chase cats or pull the grass by the roadside. Everything here made him feel amazed.

On the contrary, Peyton initially boarded the ship with a determination to die, but it only took her half a day to get used to this island.

Here lacks the advancement of a city, but it has a cleanliness that cities are far from having.

She was blowing the sea breeze, holding Chris, and at that moment she unexpectedly felt the urge to settle down here forever.

But she was very clear about one thing, even though this small island was not marked on the map, it was only a matter of time before someone would find her.

One day, Nolan would come to the island.

“There were only a few dozen households on the island,” Eric told Peyton, “and everyone was very simple and honest.”

They wanted to kidnap Chris in exchange for ransom, in order to

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The children here never went to school and spent their whole lives fishing at sea. When they fell ill, they could only resign themselves to fate. Several villagers died in agony at the hospital entrance because they couldn’t afford medical treatment.

Peyton found it ironic that Helena spent a billion dollars to throw a birthday banquet for Chris.

But the children here couldn’t bear to eat even the cake they stole from the kitchen. Each of them took a small bite and licked their lips in reminiscence.

What is good? What is evil?

What is right and what is wrong?

Night fell, Peyton caught a whiff of the delicious food, and excitement filled Eric’s eyes.

“You were lucky. Mrs. Manley cooked steamed rice tonight to entertain you, and we also had a treat.”

Peyton fell silent as the excitement in the children’s eyes pierced her deeply. They used to have rice with every meal, but on this island, it had become a rare commodity.

She grew up in the Schmitt family and was accustomed to good living conditions. Although she knew that there were many poor people in the world, understanding and experiencing it firsthand were two different things.

Peyton walked to the door with Chris in her arms, and she noticed Rene drawing on the ground with burnt charcoal.

What surprised her was that the child could draw very beautifully.

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“Have you learned it?”

Eric proudly said, “We don’t even have a teacher, and even the letters are taught by Phillip, who of course hasn’t learned them. Rene learned it by himself! He draws pretty well, doesn’t he?”

“Not just good, but very good,” Peyton sincerely praised him.

“Phillip had bought him a notebook and pencils, but he said he couldn’t bear to use them because he could write and draw on the ground without having to pay. If my younger brother lived in a big city, he would be a great artist too!”

When Eric said these words, a look of extreme pride flashed across his face, while Peyton’s mood grew increasingly heavy.

On the dining table, there were Mrs. Manley’s stir–fried shredded potatoes, some unidentified wild vegetables, and a plate of green pepper stir–fried meat.

No wonder when she was chasing after a few people, each person was carrying a sack of things.

Those were all ingredients stolen from the kitchen, which were precious to them.

Eric and Rene stared at the meat, their eyes fixed on it but they didn’t pick up their chopsticks. It wasn’t until Phillip took the initiative to pick up his chopsticks and put the largest piece of meat into Peyton’s bowl that he also gave some to Mrs. Manley. He divided the remaining meat equally between his two brothers.

He poured all the green peppers into his bowl, and then he spoke in a dull tone, “Eat.”