cius drove Catherine back to her parents'

n remained unchanged. He encouraged her, "What? Afra

wooden house hidden behind the ancient trees, the place where she had grown up. Many years

holding a glass of liquor, ready to drink. When he saw Catherine, h

nt her a glance. He coldly asked, "What's wrong? You think you can com

ith anger as she looked at him. "You knew everyth

d up, and approached her. "Catherine, who do you think you are?

zzled. He continued, "Ten years. I've raised you for ten years. Who raise

n't believe her ears. "You bastard! You're a bastard!" Tears

ther appeared, her eyes showing a bit of surprise at s

es shining with a faint hope that she would say something. But Catherine was wrong. H

y? What if the neighbors hear?" Vivian bit her

bearably. Her biological mother was indifferent to her very survival, a

w?" Vivian pushed her away, her ga

l..." Catherine screamed, sh

her, but Vivian managed to hold him back in time. "T

ical mother," she nearly screame

g aggressively, "Daughter? Biological mother? Catherine, get real. She hasn

od there, stunned, her eyes vacant as she looked at the tw

you have now? Did he dump you? Haven't you read

pread through her body, making her feel like she was about

care for you and keep you like a pet. But a slut like you, don't

erine quickly wiped away her tears, smiling gently. "Alright, I'll gra

s filled with anger and determination. "Do you think I'll stay sile

Catherine, what do you think you can do? You have n

her voice strong, "Nothing? You abused me, sold me, and s

face to the whole city," her stepfather threatened, trying to in

her back, not showing any mercy. "You'

hed out from behind and caught her, giving her st

e stepfather became somewhat more s

to Catherine's mother, his voice laced with

Catherine chooses to let this go, I won't pursue it. But if she wants to press

Catherine's waist and boldly walked

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