472: Little Rae and Little Wyatt Wright's Story (Second Update)_1

Back then, not a single person was willing to play with Rae Bennett.

"The little witch is here, run away!"

In fact, she was just passing by, but when children of her age saw her, they scattered as if a witch had suddenly appeared in a fairy tale, like frightened princes and princesses.

Someone tripped and sat on the ground, crying out in terror.

Rae recognized her, the little granddaughter from the Gray family, Abigail Gray, who was crying very loudly. Rae walked over and handed her the doll she was holding.

Because her crying was too annoying.

The eyes of the doll had been gouged out by Rae, and she hadn't had time to install the rubies yet. She loved rubies the most because they were beautiful.

Abigail Gray slapped her hand away, and the doll fell to the ground, a seven or eight-year-old child, with inexplicably strong force.

"Get away, get away now!"

As if Rae was some sort of man-eater.