The Mad Woman called Eunice on the phone that evening and told her she needed to see her urgently—but Eunice had been restricted from leaving the house.

“But… but, they said I shouldn’t go out. They told our gateman not to let me leave the house,” Eunice said.

“My daughter, please find a way to leave the house now and meet me here. Let’s start this journey for justice. I’m begging you, please,” the Mad Woman pleaded.

Eunice began thinking of any possible way to leave that evening. If the Mad Woman called her, it meant it was extremely important.

“She’s my mother, and I have to find a way out,” Eunice said to herself.

At nine years old, Eunice discovered a plan. She smiled and went outside to speak with the gateman.

While they were talking, Eunice pretended to collapse on the floor. The gateman panicked and, sweating, carried her to the car and drove off—he couldn’t just wait for her parents.

As they drove, Eunice acted as if she had regained consciousness.

“Haaaaaa, thank God! Eunice, are you okay?” the gateman asked, stopping the car.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just want to urinate outside,” Eunice replied.

As he opened the door, she ran off shouting, “Kidnapper! He wants to rape and kidnap me!”

The gateman wanted to stop her, knowing her parents would be furious if he didn’t bring her back, but he was scared. Boys might gather and attack him because of the allegations Eunice shouted. He got back in the car, scared and frustrated.

Eunice wandered, looking for the address the Mad Woman had given her. She took a taxi, told him the exact location, and he dropped her off that night.

Seeing her, the Mad Woman ran to hug her.

“Wow! How did you escape the house?” she exclaimed.

“I guess you gave birth to a smart daughter,” Eunice said.

“So let’s start immediately. Did you gather any substantial information or evidence?”

“Yes, Mummy. In fact, I saw a picture of you and Dad together. It made me believe you are truly my real mother. But I have a question: where will we stay for now? Or do I spend the night outside?”

“No, I’m staying with someone who offered to take me in,” the Mad Woman replied.

“Mummy, you’ll have to take off these rags. If you want to fight for your rights, you can’t appear insane—it will make the law think you’re speaking from madness,” Eunice advised.

The Mad Woman broke into tears. “I know, daughter, but I’m shattered and heartbroken. I’m scared I might not have you back. I’m so depressed!”

“Mummy, stop saying that. That’s why I left the house. I want to fight for justice with you. Let’s go to the woman’s house where you’re staying so we can plan our next steps,” Eunice said.

Meanwhile, Eunice’s parents returned home that night. The gateman was trembling, knowing he was in trouble.

“You mean my daughter ran away in your presence, and you couldn’t stop her? Are you stupid? What kind of foolish elderly man are you?” Eunice’s father yelled, starting to beat him.

“Please stop! This isn’t the way. Let’s go find Eunice,” his wife intervened.

“Just pray nothing happens to my daughter, or you’ll spend the rest of your life in jail, bastard!” Eunice’s father said as they got into their car and drove off to search for her. They called her phone, but it was already switched off.

“Where could she be tonight? My only daughter… God, please protect her,” Blessing, Eunice’s stepmother, said.

“I suggest one thing,” her father said.

“What’s that?”

“We report this to the police immediately. Our daughter is wanted, and they can start a search and tracking operation,” he suggested.

“At this point, that’s the only option. But do you think the police will really help us find Eunice?” Blessing asked.