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e Shawn off. Vanessa tried desperately to catch Vintage's attention, but he only ignored her. He had

were walking behind him. His parents didn't even bother to talk to or thank them. They were

ter in good light. It was true that she could cook delicious meals. Vanessa who was pleased with

to buy enough food from high class restaurants in New York, if needed. He only nee

ow he had made good friends, with those who hated Damon. He didn't know when, where his ha

. It was dark, hours had passed since the time they arrived. No one cared to check on D

usiastically. There was no guest room, but she intended to convert the big store room downs

was driving the latest Audi Q1. Mrs. Morgan gawked at the car, greedily. She hoped she coul

e. She had also seen his ride, but she didn't want to show her greedy side yet. Vanessa t

y, she knew her father couldn't resist her pleas. Mr. Morgan looked at his daughter in his arms, h

hey were still outside, and it was cold. There was wearing thin clothes, he didn't want hi

seen Damon, after he left the kitchen, drenched." She wasn't worried about him. Looking up to her roo

treatment, with his foster family. She had seen old and new bruises on his body, by chan

ed. He had been curled up like that, for hours but he had stopped shivering. "Hey, wake up, r

a nightmare but couldn't wake up. His body was burning up, and he was sweating profusely. Vane

he had to die. Damon's body was stiff, due to being in the same position, for hours. "Mum, D

She was worried that the scum, Damon, had done something to her daughter, after he tried to kill

She pushed Damon's body, back on the bed, slightly disgusted. Standing up, she grudgingly, remo

ng around for that scum. She grabbed the kit from the kitchen cabinet. Mr. Morgan, seeing what his wif

cleared her throat. "Stop gawking at that scum, who tried to kill you." She said harshly.

omed through out the room. Both of them never questioned how the weak Damon, could muster up

d to raise her voice, to sound confident. She dashed towards her mother, and grabbed the ki

. "Mum, we need to take him to the hospital." Vanessa blurted out, she was slightly scared. He co

e on him. She still had to prepare for Vintage's coming, tomorrow. And also, how could she s

ht. She ran towards their shared bathroom, she got a big bowl and filled it with water. Taking

vorce him first, before he dies. She frantically wiped his pale body down, wringing and changing

ld dispose him off quickly and effortlessly." Saying that, Mrs. Morgan walked out of the room, to ma

hat day. She gritted her teeth at his foolishness, 'Couldn't he just get something to eat?' Sh

could see the bloodied scene of his family's living room. His biological parents, lying i

had halted in her steps, because of his words, sneered in disdain. "Hmmph, Pathetic." She couldn'