Mr. Garcia’s POV

Ever since I sold off my baby girl, my little Ava, I had never been able to snooze peacefully at night, without seeing my beautiful wife’s face in my dreams. She kept haunting me. Oh my goodness! I was fed up. I couldn’t feed her anymore.

Yes, I despised her. I detested that brat, but on the other hand, she had always been a good daughter to me. She never once resented me for how I treated her, how I whacked, pulled, and abused her with various horrible names. She never insulted or smirked back at me.

Ava did a lot of odd jobs to help put...