This Three-Year-Old Is A Villainess - Chapter 143
“Keep it sayfe.”
“Alright.”
As Han Ji-hyuk was carefully handling the painting again, he looked at me and said, “Ah.”
“There wewe qwuite a wot of lettuhs. I got them.”
I replied that I’d received and responded to all of them.
Riantine, Deionera, Hilda and Greta… and even the Black Flame Dragon Sister had sent a poem, which I replied to.
“There are some that didn’t reach your hands.”
“Whish ones?”
“Letters without a sender’s address.”
Letters without a sender’s address…
“Awesis?”
“Yes.”
Han Ji-hyuk paused for a moment, then brought over a bundle of letters.
After Conrad and Han Ji-hyuk left, I lay on my stomach on the bed and read the letters.
I didn’t mean it when I told you to leave.
‘I thought you had forgotten all about it.’
It seems it really bothered you.
The keeper brought some wild vegetables and made something strange. The other kids didn’t want to eat it, but Luca, acting like an older brother, bragged while eating it. He’s saying it’s delicious, but everyone else said they wouldn’t eat it, so I didn’t eat it.
I secretly saw him throwing up in the bathroom.
Luca, who’s like an older brother.
The keeper, no, the training supervisor, probably forced himself to eat because he’d be disappointed if no one else did.
Pink-hair sure can’t keep his mouth shut.
Tomorrow, there’s a meteor shower, and the kids said they’ll pray for you to wake up.
It seems they didn’t get along, probably fought.
Luca could have been a good friend, like an older brother.
It’s a pity.
They were really shocked to see me.
As I was getting ready to sleep, the head guard came in and explained everything to me.
That this prison is a training facility, that trainees aren’t supposed to know that, that you paid a lot of money to have me looked after.
They thought I’d be shocked, but were surprised by how calm I was.
But I was more shocked that I wasn’t supposed to know all this until now.
Huh?!
I sat up abruptly and grabbed the letter.
You knew?
Since when?
They wouldn’t give sharp objects to inmates, not even in a juvenile prison.
…I see.
So that’s why he told me not to spend money on him.
That guy.
Taking the money and just letting the kid go!
I frowned and continued reading the letter.
Must have felt good to be out.
Maybe that’s why he decided not to train?
I hummed and groaned as I turned to the next page.
While I was being held up, I saw these guys in fancy clothes and clean hands riding horses up.
They didn’t ask them anything, but asked me—name, parents, age, where I live, siblings… all sorts of things.
But in the end, it was those guys who went up, and I couldn’t even deliver your letter.
Next time, not the pink-haired one, but I myself will come to deliver a letter to you.
