(Arata)
Ranold's mother fisted my hair and dragged my head up. A snickering smile on her lips as if enjoying my misery.
My head exploded from pain. The woman had an iron grip.
"Feeling disgusted? Let me make you more when you learn the truth about your parents."
I helplessly watched, remaining silent for now. Not giving them any ammunition to use against me. I was more worried about the unborn life inside my belly than myself.
Ranold dragged a chair from the corner of the room, and the scraping sound against the hard floor irritated my ears.
I tried not to wince from the erupting pain in my scalp.
He placed the chair opposite me and helped his mother settle into it. She let go of my hair.
"Tell her mom. I am sure her perfect parents never did. Tell her that they are murderers and killers," Ranold spat out. Hatred had fully occupied that smiling face of his.
How he had transformed from this cheerful and teasing guy to this hateful person was astounding.
