It was my fourth year after I transmigrated into a book, and the second year my husband and son had kept me imprisoned.
The good news: I found a spell formation to escape the book.
The bad news: My scumbag husband and unfilial son had destroyed it long ago.
My husband and son said darkly, "You think you can run?"
The unscrupulous System, which had been missing for two years, appeared to sneer, "Woman, aren't you satisfied yet?"
I leaped from the rooftop and successfully left the world of the book. "Worry about yourself."
On my 200th day of living beautifully on my own in the real world, two idiots showed up at my shop.
Looking at the brainless father and son who had torn through the space-time tunnel, I calmly pointed them in the right direction.
"Turn left as you leave and go into the tallest building. Find the company's CEO. His younger sister is the person you've been looking for all this time."
The father and son, looking utterly wretched after their escape, had red-rimmed eyes. "We're looking for you."
The daughter eating cake beside me looked up in confusion. "Why are you looking for my mom?"
