Whitney stood rooted to the spot, confused by his odd reaction.

It was a song she had composed a long time ago.

The man squinted his deep–set eyes, remembering the girl who had saved him. To calm his hysterical fits, she had hummed a soothing lullaby while performing acupuncture, which closely resembled this tune.

Suddenly, he asked again, “Are you trained in medicine?”

Whitney frowned. She had promised her mother to keep her knowledge of medicine a secret for self–preservation, so she had not revealed it to anyone except Tiana.

But why would he ask that?

“No,” she denied instinctively.

The profound ripples in the man’s eyes faded away.

He ended the conversation. “You should get some sleep. Leave everything else to me.”

questions in her mind but did not dwell on them, simply nodding her

In the study.

his expression laced with deadly intent. He called Nolan, his voice icy, “Here’s your chance to make amends. Take Whitney’s father and stepmother and beat them senseless. They dare to harm my

did I do

meeting Preston tonight. You misled me, made me

up the

same time,

the bruises on her back. Then, Tiana called her

up by

harrowing events, Whitney instinctively

ordeal.

be a father! Monica framed you with a false pregnancy scare, and you were only defending yourself. Yet, he wanted to beat you to cause a miscarriage, all to vent

eyes narrowing. “Yvonne put him up to it. Monica wanted revenge. She released the video to cover up her own

competition.”

watch me!” Tiana

Late at night.

Yvonne were returning home from a social gathering when several motorcycles

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255