Chapter 865 A Leech of A Mother

Bianca walked up to Nina and gently patted her back. "Hey, it's time to go home, you workaholic. Let me treat you to supper."

Nina put her pen down, tidied up the scattered pieces of paper on her desk, and smiled gently. "No, thanks. I'll have to rush home later. My mom called me earlier and said that she's fallen sick. I'd better go home soon.

Otherwise, she'll be yelling at me again."

Bianca was worried when she saw that Nina's complexion was pale." Should I go with you?"

She knew that Anna, Nina's mother, had always abused Nina.

Anna's abuse was not so flagrant. Even since Jean was sent to prison, Anna's character seemed to have changed totally. She had become a leech that sucked Nina's blood.

Nina declined. "It's fine. I can manage it. My mom is still very prejudiced against you. I don't think it's a good idea that you show up."

Jean was sentenced to six years in prison because he had plotted to harm Bianca. He was still in prison.

Bianca was silent. She remembered how Jean used to love and care for her, but he suddenly became as terrifying as a demon. He had drugged her and let his friends violate her as though she were nothing but an object.

It was a painful incident that she did not wish to remember.

and Bianca could not help but ask Nina about

him a few months ago. He's thinner and more haggard, but his personality seems to have changed. It looks like he's become a more positive person. Looks like he has learned his lesson in prison." "How...

for attempted rape. Usually, someone who committed that crime would have received

by two and a half years because

Your brother is in prison because of me, and your life

also do what you did. Also, I've told you many times that

was worried as

not say anything and shook her head

her parents' house at

heels clicked on the old steps of

could hear her mother before she entered the

don't make any money, and you sit at home and mope every day! I've never known a day of bliss ever

Anna, who was relentlessly dressing down

Langdon's hair was graying, and his back was hunched. He was only fifty years old, but he looked as though he was in his sixties

cigarette, allowing himself to be battered with insults from his wife. His clouded eyes were filled

littered

to break the tension in the house.

I'll heat up something for you in the kitchen." "It's fine, Dad. I'm not hungry. I ate something

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