"Uncle... What are you..." Cecilia held her burning cheeks. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the Landlord whom she thought to be a good man. Why did her Uncle Landlord slap her across the face? Why were they destroying everything inside the house?
The wooden table, the chairs, the paper that daddy bought for me, and the quill...
Nooo!
Cecilia started crying out loud. Her cries were filled with anguish. She started crawling towards the direction of the landlord and his lackeys, hoping to stop what they were doing before it was already too late.
"Why are there pieces of paper here? As we thought, that bitch indeed struck it rich! To think that she would be able to afford ink and paper! That bitch must be hiding her money somewhere in this house. Find it!"
"Boss, what are we going to do with these pieces of paper?"
