“Why the hell didn’t you make me finish?” Shinda replied with a gasp, then chuckled in a taunting manner before pushing his body forward as he walked into the punched-hole house at which Abigail referred to as Pig House.“Ooh, God, this place stinks,” shinda recoiled, covering his nose. “Well, a person like you deserves a place like this after what you have done to my boss,” Shinda added. Jessica was infuriated by what Shinda had said, and so she rolled forward on her wheelchair and approached him with a tightened jaw and a dagger-like gaze.“Why the hell are you here?” Jessica asked again, her hands gripping her wheels as she glared angrily at Shinda.“Hey, young lady, or should I say cripple lady, chill… a bit okay? ooh gosh, Your eyes look so scary, it’s making my brow dangle,” Shinda replied with a mocking snarl.“At least have some manners and offer me a chair to sit on. God, what’s wrong with Girls of this days?” Shinda said, gasping, then went to one of the seats in the room.

After saying this words towards Jessica’s face, Shinda walked out of the door. Jessica’s nose bled. Caspian used his little fingers to wipe the little blood coming from Jessica's nose, and his big adorable eyes, welling with more tears threatening to drop down.“I wish Father is here. Things wouldn't have ended like this,” Caspian spoke out in murmures, shaking his head as the tears which was threatening to drop from his eyes finally did.Jessica was stunned by what Caspian said. Indeed, if Morgan was here, this new fool which Abigail had employed to frustrate her wouldn’t have done this to her.Jessica had seen what Morgan was capable of, the aura, the strength. She suddenly concluded that the only way she could be safe was if she was close to Morgan. But there's one thing that tends to interrupt her thoughts: doubt, and not only doubt but thousands of questions.“Hey my little angel, don’t worry, okay? Father will be here when he wants to,” Jessica replied with a smile, not wanting

Jessica remained silent at all that Isabella had said. She grinned, then began rolling on her wheels as she passed forward.“Where do you think you are going? I’m not done talking, and you are walking on me, what sort of disrespect is that,” Isabella yelled angrily, then grabbed Jessica’s wheelchair and dragged it backwards.“Get over here,” Isabella added, pulling hard on Jessica's chair. Now the chair faced Isabella, and Jessica’s glance was fixed on Isabella head-on, and so did Isabella’s stare. Jessica’s face suddenly began fuming, and Isabella was enjoying it, a sneer escaping her lips, she wanted to see Jessica's reaction. “When I'm speaking, you don’t walk out on me. You listen to every word from my guts. Do you understand?” Isabella asked, her face getting serious.Jessica was consumed by anger, but had to just suppress it to avoid any more trouble from her stepsister and also her stepmother. She knows what Isabella was upto, she knows that Isabella was trying to get her ang