Chapter 397 A Scene From A Horror Movie
Damien gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his gaze fixed on the entrance of the place they were about to enter.
It turned out that she had spent the past thirteen years in this dreadful place.
He closed his eyes, feeling a pang of guilt. As her brother, he should have rushed here as soon as he heard about her.
But fear held him back.
What if he and his once beloved sister were now on diverging paths in life?
Leaning back in the plush leather seat, Damien felt weariness wash over him, his eyes still shut.
He used to be consumed by hatred, wanting nothing more than to sever ties with the world, the Lenoir family, and anyone who had caused harm to those he cared about.
But he never expected….
His grandfather’s decision that would turn his world upside down..
Lately, he had been sneaking back to the Lenoir Residence.
The old man’s words echoed in his mind.
“Your hesitation and wariness towards meeting Maeve show that you’ve changed…”
He let out a sigh..
“At least Elvis did one good thing in his life. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have Cherise, such a loving.
child.”
Damien sighed again and reclined his seat.
It was Cherise’s first time visiting Mandy’s home.
The manor was enormous, but it exuded an eerie darkness.
The lighting inside seemed dimmer than in ordinary houses. The windows were either covered with dark, black paper or adorned with thick curtains.
The only source of light came from the swaying fixtures hanging from the ceiling.
It felt like a scene straight out of a horror movie.
“This is where I’ve lived for over a decade, Mandy whispered into Cherise’s ear.
“Her face is disfigured, so she avoids light, mirrors, and meeting people. She prefers having me stand before her so she can look at my face.”
Cherise clenched her fist silently.
The scene Mandy described was nothing short of horrifying.
They walked through the main hall and ascended the stairs to the next floor.
Mandy’s room was at the far end of the corridor.
“Mandy.”
A husky voice reverberated through the space.
Cherise turned to the source of the sound. It was a slender, middle-aged man.
He opened the study door and strode towards Mandy.
‘Smack!”
Before anyone could react, the man swung his hand and mercilessly slapped Mandy across the
face.
“Dad…”
Mandy gritted her teeth, her head spinning. Tears welled up in her eyes.
The man clenched his jaw. “DO NOT call me your father!”
He raised his hand again.
Blake was about to intervene, but Zachary was one step ahead.
Though his actions seemed nonchalant, he had a firm grip on the man’s arm.
“You!”
Clinton glared. I’m teaching my daughter a lesson. Who are you to interfere?”
“Why arg
you slapping her if you’re teaching her a lesson? If you were disciplining her, you would have hit her on her back.”
“You!”
“What about me?”
Zachary gave him a smug look. “As your daughter’s friend, it’s my duty to protect her.”
“Dad…”
Mandy clenched her teeth as tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
“I don’t have a daughter like you!”
Clinton coldly glared at her.
“And now you claim this is your home? You disappeared for days, ignoring everything this family taught you, and yet you have the audacity to come back! If it weren’t for S suggesting we let you live, I would have sent people to kill you earlier!”
Clinton’s words were heartless.
