Without looking pitifully at Munra who had fallen unconscious on the ground, the young noble led his guards out of the slum area.
As soon as the two guards let go of her hand, Marni immediately ran while roaring towards her husband who was lying helpless in front of their hut.
In an instant, the young noble had passed from the area in his luxurious chariot with a dozen bodyguards.
"My husband!" Marni screamed with shivering hands, she tried to lift her husband's head. "No… Ooh, Gods and Goddesses don't take my husband from me. Munra, wake up, honey! Don't leave me, please…!"
The neighbors who detained Aryan did not have the heart to continue to detain the seven-year-old boy. Aryan was released from his embrace, and the boy immediately ran while crying hysterically to his parents.
There was nothing their neighbors could do there, only stares full of sorrow to see the wailing of the mother and child towards the head of their family who was either alive or dead.
