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In our dining room where my mother’s angry voice was the only thing echoing –– I played with my food, not an ounce of remorse on my face.
My mother was prattling. My father was eating with a stoic face. The twins do what they usually do –– hoping to murder Cain with their eyes while the cold man continued to serve me food with a smirk on his face and amusement in his eyes while I pretended to be oblivious to it all.
“Plastic surgery for the scars on the face and broken nose. Seven teeth implantation. A therapist for the dislocated jaw and shoulder. Surgical procedures for the two broken ribs and other hospital bills and medications. Totaling more than a million. Not to mention the family will charge us in court. Well. Aren’t you going to say something to your daughter, Leon?” my mother narrated with fuming nostrils as she tried to condemn me with her glares.
My father finished chewing his food before he gave me a fake stern glare with a proud glint in his eyes. “You did well, Leanna.”
My mother shot a pointed look at my father.
“I mean. Bad girl,” my father said with a clear of his throat and resumed eating as if nothing happened.
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” My mother looked like she wanted to pull her hair out in frustration.
I knew my mother wasn’t really angry at me. She was just upset I broke her favorite vase, and the plans for the school extension were now in shambles.
“The man is alive, fortunately for him. If I were there, he would be in the morgue by now,” my father said in a nonchalant tone, making my mother rage even more.
I knew my father was also angry, not at me, but at Tristan. My mother’s office had hidden cameras, and it showed that it was Tristan who assaulted me first. But of course, even if it was self-defense, which I know it’s not, I still went overboard. So Tristan wanted to press charges as well as Cristy’s parents, which I didn’t care about.
At most, I would pay them and be done and over with it since I was still a minor. At worst, a month’s community service and a bad record.
Sensing my mother couldn’t have her way with her husband, she turned to Cain.
“Son, can you talk some sense into her? She just turned violent and punched everyone, and she’s not even sorry at all.”
Instead of taking a side, Cain resolved the whole issue with just his words.
“Mother, I’ve shipped a new vase for you to replace the one you’ve lost. I’ve also contacted ARAB to do the whole school. They’ll be here by tomorrow and will stay here until the construction is finish. Regarding the hospital bills, medications, and other charges, I’ve already taken care of it, so you don’t have to worry about a single thing.”
My mother blinked. Then she sighed and flashed a relieved smile.
“Oh. As expected of my son.” She wrinkled her nose. “I never like that Clark kid anyway.” She then smiled at me. It was a smile she gave me the first time she knew I had won the lottery. “You did well, Len-Len.”
. . .
. . .
Right now, I was praying in silent that I wouldn’t get my mother’s bi-polar personality.
Cain shook his head.
“Then why are you grinning at me like an idiot since dinner?”
I put a lot of pressure on drying his hair when he chuckled. Although I couldn’t see his face, I knew he was grinning the whole time.
I was in his room, and he just finished taking a bath when I came. Thus, I lend a hand and help him dry his hair. He was sitting on the bed facing me while I was between his legs, standing in front of him as I ruffled his hair with a towel.
He grabbed my hands, halting my movements as he raised his head to meet my eyes.
“Am I going to be a battered husband?” he teased, which I raised an eyebrow in response.
“You will be if you cheat on me,” I said playfully, yet with a warning tone.
He released my hands and hugged my waist. His face was resting on my belly.
“You better because if not . . . I’ll cut it off.”
He chuckled. “So violent.”
I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair.
“Mmm . . . feels good . . .”
He raised his face from my belly. I gulped when he stared at me with so much intensity.
“Why don’t you sleep here with me toni––”
“Sis! Come out! Let’s go to sleep!”
I glanced at the door and look at the now annoyed man staring at the door like he wanted to rip apart the person on the other side.
“They’re not doing it on purpose.” I tried to appease him to no avail.
“You think? It’s been going on for days now.”
I laughed when he pouted. This was the first time I ever saw him pout.
I cupped his cheek and kissed him goodnight. I trailed my lips to his earlobe while my naughty hand squeezed his bulging cock.
He was totally caught off guard, and before he could recover, I shoved him on the bed and dashed towards the door.
“Come back here, Leanna!”
I giggled nonstop as I ran towards my room with my two little bodyguards following behind.
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