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Brenda’s POV.
It was very obvious that he was very angry, and he didn’t say a word to me till we had gone far, he halted abruptly before turning and facing me with a deep sigh.
“Why do you keep enduring shits like this?” He asked me, his face depicting disappointment.
“You don’t always have to keep calm. You can always speak up when you’re being mistreated,” He added, and I heaved deeply.
“You don’t understand Lucien. She was old enough to be my mother so there was no way for me to talk back at her,” I sighed and he hissed slightly.
“Let’s just go home, but are you okay?” He asked, reaching to hold my hand.
“Yes, just a slight headache,” I said, and he turned to face me—heaving deeply.
“Sorry,” He muttered, squeezing my hand lightly before pulling me along.
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