Unearthing Gems from the Trash Heap

His Daughter

"Who sent you?" Darren asked in a hoarse voice that was echoing in the entire building. His voice was loud enough to the extent that it made Jacob flinch.

"Nobody sent me," he replied, which made Easton waste no time in slapping him. The slap made the old Jacob weary to the extent that he fell on his sofa.

He stood up again, holding his cheek that was already burning with the slap.

"Master, see" Easton called Darren's attention to the pictures that were pasted on the wall.

They were all angel pictures from when she was young to when she reached her current age.

Some of the pictures were sketched while some were printed and others were from the magazine's cover.

Jacob noticed that both were engrossed with the picture and saw it as an opportunity to escape.

He was about to open the door that was initially locked by Easton when Easton saw it.

He picked the picture frame that was closer to him and threw it at Jacob, targeting his leg.

"Argh" he groaned in pain as the frame hit his leg.