Cleaner

When the shout reached Lucille's ears, her head buzzed, as if a tightly stretched string snapped. Lucille's figure swayed. She pushed away the guards in front of her and took a step forward. That was a sewage ditch, filled with sludge and dirty water. A small body was pulled out from the sewage ditch. Under the onslaught of torrential rain, the mud on the face was partially washed away, revealing a familiar, pale, and lifeless face. It was Molly! The innocent child who was by her bedside just a few hours ago was desolately abandoned in the sewage ditch. Lucille's pupils trembled violently, and then with a plop, she threw up a mouthful of fresh blood. Hearing the noise, James and Maxwell immediately came over to support Lucille, only to be pushed away. Lucille's chest heaved with her quickened breathing as she bypassed the guards and moved forward. She knelt down on the ground, ignoring the dirty and stinky rubbish. Lucille laid Molly on her lap before she painstakingly cleaned the mud