I sucked in a cold breath as countless helpless, confusing guesses flooded my mind.
For now, I decided it was best not to touch them again. I forced myself to hold back, no matter how badly my hands shook with anger.
One reckless move could put my family—and myself—at risk. Still, this would not end here. They would be reported to the village head, and this matter would be handled with the harshest punishment possible. I would make sure something like this never happened again.
"Is it because he was born as their so-called greatest enemy? Their self-acclaimed 'Cursed child'?" Elina's voice trembled beside me.
"Has he ever hurt anyone? Was it his fault to be born this way? How can they be so heartless to treat an innocent child like this?"
Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.
"What did my poor, innocent child ever do to deserve such hatred from those villagers?"
Her words pierced straight through my chest.
