I wanted him to meet my parents with a position that was good enough.
I thought he finally had the ability to stand beside me.
But I was mistaken, completely mistaken!
Russell became angry from my disappointed look, his expression dark.
With Camille held inside his arms, he asked me coldly, “Do you remove it by yourself, or do you want me to let somebody help you remove it?”
My ankle shook from the ache, but I still lifted my frame and kept my back upright.
“Russell.”
I questioned him word by word, “You have decided to force me to face shame in a place like this, correct?”
He gave no denial.
“You caused this yourself. You can admit having a sugar daddy, yet you refuse to show you are innocent?”
Camille hid her face with her hands, her eyes showing the joy of getting revenge on me.
“Remove it! Why are you afraid? You feel guilty, don’t you!”
I felt too tired to keep debating with them, so I put my hand into my purse to pull out my mobile.
But a moment later, Camille suddenly ran forward, seized my mobile, and threw it hard onto the floor.
The display broke into many fragments.
The home display glowed briefly.
It showed an image of my dad and me that we had just snapped together.