“I… Well… It’s actually…” Mr. Dawson stuttered, trying desperately to find an excuse of him f*****g a girl who grew up in his orphanage. But he failed.
I gently pushed General’s hand away. He looked at me, frowning slightly. I let out a faint smile at him, “I’m okay. I’m not that fragile.”
General sighed. But he still let go.
I turned to stare at Mr. Dawson.
He had never looked so embarrassed and ashamed before.
Beatrice, on the other hand, was trembling violently. A cold sweat drenched her, making the delicate makeup on her face melt.
She looked like a clown.
Beatrice had tried so hard to play innocent and sweet in front of General. Yet her attempt was only proved laughable when that tape of her and Mr. Dawson jumped on the screen.
In that tape, she was having s*x with an old
