Chapter 79

DAMIAN

“Will you say you have PTSD, Mr. Damian?”

I scoffed as I stared at the ceiling. I was lying on my back, my hands folded and resting on my stomach, looking up at the ceiling, blinking slowly.

“I’m a Valmont,” I answered. “I don't have PTSD.”

“Hmm. Family name has nothing to do with trauma. W...

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