The sound of slap resonated around us, shocking Leah who had never faced this side of me. I gripped the disgrace of a mother by her hair and made her face me.
"The meaning of this is that you're a piece of s**t," I threw her aside and walked to her husband who was frozen in fear.
"I wonder if you ever regretted doing that to your child," I commented, not expecting any response from him.
"It was for her good. She needs to learn to be tough for her to survive," her father defended himself, regaining his calm composure.
His control over his emotions was perfect. I expected nothing less from the lawyer working for Ezra. It's a pity he was trash I needed to recycle.
"It was for her, you say. Were all the traumas she suffered from since childhood all for her? Locking a child in a dark r
