Chapter 3 Poor Nandini 2

"Mister Watch out," Nandini shouted from behind Xavier's burly body as she saw a man carrying a knife and about to stab him. Nandini ran and pushed Xavier's body with all her might. Xavier fell, staggering and Nandini held the knife from the man. The blood dripped on Xavier's face. Xavier's bodyguards immediately moved to subdue the man, they missed. Because the one who was about to stab Xavier was his own men. Nandini's hand was injured, and it looked like the wound on the tiny hand was quite deep. Xavier got up, he wiped his face with Nandini's blood droplets.

"What are you doing!" His voice boomed as he snapped at Nandini. The girl he snapped at immediately bowed her head. The body trembled at the sound of Xavier's mouth. The people who heard the commotion in front immediately ran over to them. They were shocked to see the girl bleeding. "You want to act like a hero," Xavier snapped as he grabbed Nandini's hand. The girl was even more frightened, her body shaking. A man approached them. He roughly removed the hand that was gripping the girl's hand. "Don't ever yell at her," Abrian hissed, glaring at Xavier, the man who was his friend, brother-in-law, and boss. Xavier was silent, for a long time he stared at the man who now dared to look at him sharply. Even bravely, the man threw out his hand violently. How shameless. "Go away, she's not your responsibility now! Her life is in my hands!" Xavier said equally coldly and glared at the man. The man also gave Xavier a sharp look, and he was forced to give in. He could not help the little girl. "It's too late Abrian, you and your mother have brought her to endless suffering, you are not satisfied with torturing her, leaving a deep traumatic. Damage her mentally. So what do you do now? Help her? TOO LATE!" Her mind chimed in. The man stared at the car that was now slowly leaving his yard. Even the tents were still standing proudly. The handsome man's hands clenched into fists, holding back the tightness and pain. "MEYLAN WHERE ARE YOU!" growled Abrian as he stepped into the house. He saw his mother opening the gift Xavier had brought. There was a smile on her lips, no look of sadness or regret on her face. There was only pleasure, she was not at all worried about her daughter's condition. The man stepped into his room upstairs without greeting his mother. Now he was staring at a picture where there was a genuine smile etched on his mother's face. Ever since that incident had taken away all the happiness of her small family. But, once again she asked, was Nandini to blame when the little girl knew nothing. "I'm sorry Dad, I couldn't take care of my little sister. I've ruined her, yes I indirectly contributed to her suffering," the man whispered. * * All the way to the Xavier Mansion, the man just silently stared at the road. He had also ordered his men to investigate the background of one of the bodyguards who had betrayed him. As for Nandini, she squeezed the hand that continued to bleed, there were no moans or tears. Because for her, this was normal, even she had been tortured more than this. Xavier occasionally glanced at the girl beside him with the tail of his eye. "Why is this girl not in pain at all?" Xavier asked himself. The little girl endured the pain in her hands. "God, may I ask, please tell me what kind of life I will live. Will my life only continue to suffer?" the girl's mind cried. Soon, they arrived at a very grand mansion. The mansion had a huge courtyard. Even Nandini's house was inferior. "Get down!" The little girl got down, and stepped slowly following the wide strides of the man in front of her. The little feet even walked quickly, shuffling so much that they almost fell over. A middle-aged man welcomed his master and his wife. "Welcome, sir," he said, bowing his head. "Hmm," Xavier replied briefly. He resumed walking, but soon stopped and turned his burly body around. The man stared intently at the girl who was still wearing her wedding dress, a dress that had changed color. The man also looked at the middle-aged man who was still faithfully following him. "Take her, and treat her hand. Show her the storeroom she'll be staying in at the back pavilion!" the flat voice droned in Nandini's ears. "Yes sir," the middle-aged man replied. "And, give her a maid uniform. Also, tell her what her duties will be! Ah, and she'll only be in charge of me!" he said and then stepped into the room on the top floor of the mansion. Then the middle-aged man looked at the little girl whose appearance had been messed up. However, her beauty still shone through even though the wedding dress was out of shape. The middle-aged man looked pityingly, but couldn't do anything about it. "Come Miss, I'll treat your wounds and show you your room," he said politely. Nandini simply nodded and followed the man's footsteps. All the way to the storeroom in the pavilion far behind, Nandini was silent. She did not utter a single sound. "Come Miss, I'm sorry this is the warehouse you'll be staying in. And I will ask one of the maids to help you treat your wounds," the man said. "Okay Uncle, and just call me Nandini Uncle, no need to call me Miss," Nandini replied softly. The middle-aged man smiled slightly and walked away. Nandini took a look at the warehouse she was about to move into. The warehouse was dirty and dusty. "Excuse me, Miss," a woman greeted her. Nandini shifted her attention and looked at the middle-aged woman in front of her. Then she invited her in. She entered, and winced slightly at the sight of the filthy place. "I want to treat your wound," said the middle-aged woman. Nandini smiled, nodded and let the woman into the storeroom. Then she helped her remove the blood-soaked dress. Nandini remained silent as the woman helped her. "Why are you holding this wound, why don't you ask Master to treat you first before heading to the mansion," the woman said when she saw the wound on Nandini's tiny hand. Nandini just smiled. She didn't answer anything. The middle-aged woman smiled too. "Get some rest, Miss, when dinner time comes, I'll wake you up," she said softly. "POOR THING, WHERE WILL SHE REST? THIS PLACE IS SO DIRTY," the woman thought, looking pityingly at the little girl. Nandini nodded and tried to find a mat to lay her tired body on. The small, thin body now sat on the cold floor. Slowly, her tired eyes closed and she went to sleep. Byurrr