Chapter 169: Petty Wicked Stepmother act

ISAIAH

I WATCHED HIM WALK AWAY, feeling nothing—no triumph, no agitation, not even anger. Noel had always been a pastime when I came to this house. Taunting him, pushing him, watching the veins bulge in his forehead and his limbs tremble… that used to be my way of saying fuck you to my father. It a...

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