Chapter 1288 Mental Issues

Ann slumped into the back seat of her car, exhausted.

She hadn't slept well last night, and now her cheeks were throbbing with pain.

Through the car window, she saw Connie still sitting inside the store, looking very pleased with herself. There were stacks of money beside her, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

A moment later, a man walked into the store.

Even after all these years, Ann recognized him instantly. It was her stepfather, Otha Hagen, the man who had almost assaulted her.

When Connie had walked in on them back then, Otha hadn't even flinched. He was confident that Connie wouldn't take Ann's side.

Sure enough, that night Connie had slapped Ann across the face. Meanwhile, she had shouted, "How could you be so shameless, trying to seduce your stepfather at such a young age! Get to bed, now!"

Ann hadn't understood at the time why she was being slapped and scolded after what had happened to her.

Later, when she met Brody, Otha finally stopped trying to touch her.

Ann gripped the steering wheel tightly, tempted to floor the gas pedal and run Otha

over.

He was even fatter now, looking like a wriggling worm from a distance. Ann couldn't fathom why Connie treasured such a man.

Feeling nauseous, Ann couldn't even drive. She quickly got out of the car and walked to a nearby flowerbed, where she vomited.

Seeing Otha had brought back the shadows of her childhood, making her dizzy. She wondered if Connie had arranged for Otha to be there when they met.

vomited again, but only bile came

a bottle of water from the car to rinse her mouth, but then she heard a greasy

fat worm had wriggled over to

up and saw his greasy chin and shiny

face twisted in disgust as she opened the water bottle and splashed

man who had haunted her

just smirked, his eyes shamelessly roaming over

boyfriend. You used to cry when I wanted to play games with you. Your mom would beat you so hard whenever you cried. So, how about it? Want to play a game with me now that you're all grown

with rage, wishing she had a knife to stab

years hadn't lessened her hatred; it

moved

through the tension, "What are you two

a smile. "It's been so many years

showed her irritation. "Ann, why are you

she was afraid Ann might steal another glance at

it both

that she felt hurt by

out that money couldn't

the car, dazed,

holding was a gift from her. Ann's really changed

up to? Did Ann say something to

honey. Let's go get some

around Connie, and they walked toward the

watched them, her hands trembling as she tried to start the car, but she had

like her soul had been

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