Chapter 101 How good is your tolerance, Kinky?

Uriel's POV

My face paled like I had seen a ghost.

I had suddenly turned robotic, hardly forming a long sentence.

Gina, my so-called mother, sat far from me, shame clouding her face. She wouldn't even look me in the eyes.

Neither could I.

Rage boiled inside of me.

Of course, I knew my moth...

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