Chapter 86
FRANCESSA
"How could you?" I screamed at him.
I didn't know what got into me but I just knew that I was holding him by his collar and shaking him profusely with tears hanging by the corner of my eyes, I was boiling in rage and I couldn't take how inhumane he was being to his own son.
That was brutal.
Despicable.
The room thinned down, the only thing that could be heard in the room was the sound of the air being sieved off our lungs, everything had left. That was nothing else, the tension in the room was at its peak; I was gasping for air but there was none.
I didn't still let go.
He looked at me with cold, shrewd eyes. He looked down at me while the others held their breath from how daring I was at this moment, all eyes were on me, his men were there: holding their weapons and waiting for his command.
And I would be gone.
