CHAPTER 90

“Damian, I swear I didn't call her names,” Sophia wailed, trying to yank her wrist from Damian’s grasp.

Damian’s grasp around her wrist was tight as his strong hand engulfed Sophia’s little and feeble wrist like she was a kid.

“She is evil," she burst out, tears shimmering down her cheeks. Sophia was trying to yank her wrist from Damian's grasp since Damian grabbed her by the wrist curtly, pulling her along the lobby. Some of the people they came across in the hospital stared astoundedly at them while some shrugged and averted their faces, minding their business.

Since she was trying to free herself from Damian's grasp, her wrist ached and she had no option but to stop struggling and follow wherever Damian was taking her, else, he was going to pull out her hand.

Now they were at home. Damian halted the car, he got down furiously and slammed the car door, jolting to the side where Sophia was and he pulled the door open curtly, yanking her elbow,

“Out!" He pulled Sophia down swiftly.