Chapter Eighty

“Well! well! well!" Agnes said, standing up from her seat. "How are you Irene? “ She asked with a sneer. I sniffed my nose and remembered Damien's words " Don't act weak in front of an enemy, your boldness is their greatest fear and doubt. In their fear and doubt, they make mistakes that will be to your advantage “. Despite my weakness, I kept a bright face and a straight face.

Agnes walked around me and pushed my head. She grabbed my hair and gave me a dirty slap on my face. I kept my eyes firm and held back my tears. My composure annoyed Agnes. Agnes slapped me several times till I tasted blood in my mouth. “You little brat of an obese father” she cursed. I spat out the saliva mixed with blood in my mouth and chuckled loudly. Agnes channeled all her anger on me and kept hitting me till she ran out of breath.

" You can't laugh again right? “ She breathed heavily. I raised up my head and stared at her by my side and laughed more. " That's all you can do Agnes! Come on! Act