Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!

Chapter 340: Chapter 340: Tonight Is the Only Chance to Escape

Finally, Marshall prevailed and lifted Juliana Jacobs up, not forgetting to pinch her leg hard a few times in the process.

Juliana Jacobs was thrown into a mud-brick house used for storing grains. She suppressed her nausea and began to explore her surroundings.

When she removed the blindfold, she realized this was an isolated mountain village, where the villagers’ houses were scattered, with yards not adjacent to each other.

When the three traffickers left, she overheard one say that they needed to rush back to the town before dark, indicating that there was a town some distance away from this village. If she could return to the town, she might find a communication tool to contact Elias.

As she thought about it, she heard the voices of a mother and her two sons outside the door.

"Mom, can’t we sleep tonight? I really like this woman; why not use her as soon as we bought her?"

This was Marshall’s voice.

Then she heard Mrs. Marshall snort, "What do you know? I’ve consulted a witch doctor and chosen a good day. You’ll hold the banquet then to ensure the birth of a son smoothly."

"Which day?" Marshall asked.

"Just three days later."

So she only had three days to escape from here.

Juliana Jacobs unconsciously clenched her fingers.

In the evening, the room was dim, and Marshall sent her the first meal of the day.

They were two blackened roasted potatoes.

He placed the potatoes on the ground, then stood in front of Juliana Jacobs, tugging at his waistband.

"You’ve served men before; you should know how to do it, right?"

Juliana Jacobs immediately understood what he wanted and quickly covered her face with her hands, refusing with a soft cry: "No, I don’t want to."

Marshall slapped her across the face.

"You’re a slave my family bought; I can do whatever I want!"

He said, grabbing Juliana Jacobs’ hair and pressing her in front of him.

"Marshall!"

Another voice came rushing in; it was Marshall, who elbowed Marshall’s neck, forcing him to release his hold.

"Mom said we have to wait until the chosen day to make a move. You can’t touch her now."

Marshall, his face purple from the choking hold, reluctantly let Juliana Jacobs go.

Seeing that Marshall listened, Marshall also let him go.

Marshall gasped, "Pft! Acting all proper."

He spat on the ground, glaring hard at Juliana Jacobs before slamming the door and leaving.

Marshall picked up the two blackened potatoes from the floor, dusted them off, and handed them to Juliana Jacobs.

"This is the staple food here, and you’ll have to get used to it. If Marshall ever bullies you again, call me."

Juliana Jacobs was wary of him, her bright, watery eyes timidly watching him.

Under her gaze, Marshall felt a surge of heat.

At this moment, Mrs. Marshall appeared at the door, hands on her hips, yelling at Marshall, "Why did you hit your brother again?"

Marshall placed the potatoes back on the floor, turning to look at his mother.

"Why don’t you ask what happened first?"

"I don’t care what happened; you shouldn’t lay a hand on your brother!"

Marshall was extremely frustrated, pinching Juliana Jacobs hard on the waist, then getting up to leave.

Mrs. Marshall continued with her hands on her hips, "On the banquet day, let your brother sleep first, then you."

Marshall frowned, the chance of pregnancy being highest the first time; why should his brother benefit?

"Mom, why are you always partial to Marshall?"

"Your brother is weakly, can’t you be kind to him? I’m your mother, and what I say is law."

Marshall clenched his fists and walked away angrily.

Juliana Jacobs just stayed in the corner, quietly watching.

Angry, Mrs. Marshall took the two potatoes from the floor and brought a basin of water from outside, pouring it over Juliana Jacobs.

"You seductress, you’re causing my two sons to argue even before the banquet. If it happens again, I’ll make you mate with the bull."

With that, she locked the door.

Juliana Jacobs was soaked, shivering in the cold night until her lips turned blue.

The room was filled with dry corn grains and other coarse materials, impossible to satisfy hunger.

Yet in the cold and hunger-stricken situation, she calmly figured out the subtle and tense relationship between the mother and sons of the Marshall family.

A daring plan formed in her mind.

The next day, Juliana Jacobs developed a fever.

Marshall was the one who discovered it.

Amid Mrs. Marshall’s curses, she went up the mountain to find herbs to brew for her.

"With a body like this, who knows if she can bear a son? Damn Dale Gould, they better not have taken money and sent useless goods to fool the old lady."

"Oh come on, Mom!" Marshall fiddled with a mush of potatoes, "You’re the reason she’s soaked and denied food. Even a healthy person would be ruined. The banquet’s in two days; whether she can deliver, we’ll find out in a couple of months, won’t we?"

Mrs. Marshall snorted, "Don’t try anything sneaky; make sure your brother sleeps first. Understood?"

Marshall lowered his head without saying anything.

By evening, Juliana Jacobs’ fever had subsided, and Marshall brought her corn porridge again.

Juliana Jacobs held the warm, chipped bowl, timidly looking at him, "Marshall, you’re really kind."

Instantly, even Marshall’s ears turned red, "You will be my wife, how can I not treat you well?"

Upon hearing this, Juliana Jacobs’ watery eyes grew even shyer.

"Being sold here, I’ve accepted it, but I’m afraid of your brother. I only want to be with you."

A trace of emotion flashed in Marshall’s eyes, yet he tried to maintain a rational demeanor.

"Marshall doesn’t have a strong constitution, can’t do much. Rest assured, from now on, I’ll be your only real man."

"...Okay."

Juliana Jacobs softly agreed, ate the porridge in small bites, and obediently handed the bowl back to him.

Marshall was drawn to her obedient and dependent demeanor, feeling restless; he quickly gave Juliana Jacobs a pat on the waist with his rough palm before satisfied, he walked away.

Though seemingly honest, he was a lecher.

Juliana Jacobs looked elsewhere, appearing shy, but deep in her eyes, a trace of icy killing intent passed.

The door closed from the outside.

Marshall just hung the lock, and then Marshall emerged from the shadows.

"Brother, you’re only a tool to work for the family. Mom told you to take good care of me, but you’re already planning with women. You say I can’t hold on for three minutes? Well...you’ll see what I can do. I won’t leave her intact for you!"

Finishing, he glared fiercely at the locked wooden door and turned to walk away.

Marshall stood still, his face gradually darkening...

Soon, it was the day of the banquet.

The village was poor, only able to solve the bachelor problem by buying brides, naturally having no money for wedding finery or red silk.

Mrs. Marshall had someone fetch a pair of red candles from the town the day before, a rare extravagance.

Opening the door lock to go in, Juliana Jacobs was still asleep.

Mrs. Marshall grabbed her chin, hoisting her up, and forced a bowl of dark soup down her throat.

"This is a birth potion sought from the witch doctor, guaranteed to produce twin sons."

Juliana Jacobs choked, coughing and trembling with bitterness.

Seeing her about to vomit, Mrs. Marshall pinched her neck cruelly and said, "If you dare vomit it up, and miss out on a son, I’ll chop you up and feed you to the dogs."

Her neck hurt from the grip, tears streaming, forcing the nausea bubbling in her throat to subside.

Seeing her comply, Mrs. Marshall released her but continued to batter her with words.

"I’m not despising you for being second-hand goods; after we’re married, behave and give me a batch of grandsons, then you’ll have food. The nearest town is dozens of miles through mountainous terrain; with the surrounding villages tightly knit, if an unwelcome bride causes trouble or is killed and buried, nobody would even hear it. You better weigh it for yourself."

After her threats, Mrs. Marshall went out to prepare dinner.

Juliana Jacobs pinched her palm, forcing herself to calm down.

Endure.

Tonight was the only chance to escape.

If failed, she must die here.

...

Meanwhile, in Kenton.

Dusk was arriving.

Elias looked at the myriad of lights gradually brightening outside the window, his heart growing cold as if the thin thread of hope was about to fade away.

Then Raine Kane pushed open the door and ran in.

"Mr. Langley, there’s news now."

Elias turned to her, a moment ago his eyes were somber like dead ashes, now they instantly ignited with blazing fire.