Like a portrait, it smiled sweetly at anyone who looked at it.
Damien’s eyes turned red with fury. He grabbed me by the collar and snarled, "Vivian, are you messing with me? Do you think this is some kind of joke?"
I shook my head violently, trembling as I pleaded for mercy.
Just then, one of his friends furrowed his brows and muttered, "Damien, why do I feel something's off? Vivian doesn't seem right, don't you think?"
"She looks traumatized and a bit confused."
Damien scoffed, "She’s just acting to make it more believable. What trauma could she possibly have?"
"Besides, this Women's Virtue Class is highly reputable and completely legitimate."
"If anything were wrong, she could’ve called me anytime and I’d be here immediately."
The others nodded in agreement.
I looked at Damien, bitterness welling up in my eyes.
Come the moment I call?
Really?
The moment I arrived at this building, the mentor snatched my phone away and forced me to entertain guests.
I was horrified and cursed them out.
That night, they beat me until I could not stand.
Desperate to escape, my daughter risked everything to help me. Together, we snuck into the disciplinary teacher’s office and stole her phone.