DELIAN'S P.O.V.
I hesitated in the doorway of my father's room, unsure whether to knock or deal with him later.
Since I got back home a day before yesterday, Dad has constantly nagged me on who the little girl was and why I brought them home with me? Or if I had kidn*pped them?
Well, technically, my acts couldn't be considered k********g, right? I mean, is it still a*******n if she was sleeping unprotected on the side of a busy road with no one or anywhere to turn to? For all I know, I actually did her a favour.
Well, I didn't really care anymore; all I cared about was the fact that I had managed to complicate my life by bringing her home, and worst of all, the girl refused to wake up due to a very high fever that she had undoubtedly picked up from sleeping out in the cold, and I had t
