Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 382: Chapter 381: Moving the Ladder to Climb Over the Wall

Two days and nights without sleep, no matter how good South Grant’s energy and spirit are, she couldn’t hold on any longer.

After returning to the bedroom, she tossed and turned, thinking about what Langston Caldwell said.

What Langston said was exactly what Nathan Foster meant.

He let her go, allowing her to grow, so she could adapt to this survival-of-the-fittest society.

Afraid that one day in the future he won’t be able to protect her.

South thought of many times in her previous life, no matter what trouble she encountered in the circle, no matter how big the scandal, Nathan never intervened.

Everything was left for her to resolve.

At that time, was Nathan thinking about letting her grow in adversity?

But why didn’t he say so?

Not only did he not say, but he also treated her like that, why exactly?

South couldn’t understand, she picked up her phone and sent a message to Nathan.

"There’s something I want to tell you. Do you believe in reincarnation? You know, like the notion of past lives and present lives, where people can be reborn, having clearly traveled far and wide, yet suddenly return to the time before all mistakes have happened, given a chance to make amends. If I tell you I went through such an experience, would you consider me a demon or ghost?"

After typing it out, when she was about to hit the send button, she hesitated again.

She held the phone, staring blankly for who knows how long, before finally pressing the delete key and completely erasing the edited message.

She didn’t have the courage to say it.

Then she took out her phone and sent another message to Nathan:

"Uncle, will there be danger during your missions outside? If there’s danger, you have to let me know in advance, so I can find a backup plan early. If something happens to you, I can climb over the wall with a ladder."

If the country needs you, if the mission requires you, you must be prepared to sacrifice at any time. If at that time you can no longer shelter her, this society will make you suffer greatly.

This was Langston’s message, and also Nathan’s meaning.

After South sent Nathan this message, her heart felt sour.

Hmph, he mustn’t have anything happen to him!

If something happens to him, who could she find to ask for the answers that she didn’t understand in her past life?

Initially thinking Nathan wouldn’t have time to reply to her, not long after she sent it, Nathan quickly replied.

"Put your ladder away, I’m doing well. No way you’re climbing over the wall."

Looking at his reply, South couldn’t help but raise a curved smile on her lips.

She held the phone in her hand, closed her eyes, and fell asleep with peace of mind.

She held on for too long; once she fell asleep, South entered a deep slumber.

Originally thought that, upon sleeping, South would have a dreamless night.

But instead, she had a dream, a very realistic dream.

Realistic because it felt real.

Once again in some prison, every day after finishing tasks, going to the designated cafeteria to eat.

South sat in a corner, numbly eating the tasteless food in her hand.

It’s been over two months since she came in, the dark, damp environment, the cliques among prisoners.

She was ostracized by everyone.

Not because she was young, but because she was dirty.

Everyone knew she was sexually assaulted by her uncle, and it was after killing that uncle that she ended up here.

These people thought she was dirty.

South never thought about trying to fit in with them; they were involved in human trafficking, smuggling, and even selling their own bodies, South saw them as dirtier.

In the past, South didn’t feel much about it, but today her stomach felt particularly uncomfortable.

South reluctantly ate a few mouthfuls, but in the end couldn’t hold it in, and later leaned onto the trash can beside her, vomiting profusely.