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 expectedâŠ.
His grandfatherâs decision that would turn his world upside down..
Lately, he had been sneaking back to the Lenoir Residence.
The old manâs words echoed in his mind.
âYour hesitation and wariness towards meeting Maeve show that youâve changedâŠâ
He let out a sigh..
âAt least Elvis did one good thing in his life. Otherwise, we wouldnât have Cherise, such a loving.
child.â
Damien sighed again and reclined his seat.
It was Cheriseâs first time visiting Mandyâs 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.
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âThis is where Iâve lived for over a decade, Mandy whispered into Cheriseâs ear.
âHer 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.â
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.
Mandyâs room was at the far end of the corridor.
âMandy.â
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.
âSmack!â
Before anyone could react, the man swung his hand and mercilessly slapped Mandy across the
face.
âDadâŠâ
Mandy gritted her teeth, her head spinning. Tears welled up in her eyes.
The man clenched his jaw. âDO NOT call me your father!â
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 manâs arm.
âYou!â
Clinton glared. Iâm teaching my daughter a lesson. Who are you to interfere?â
âWhy arg
you slapping her if youâre teaching her a lesson? If you were disciplining her, you would have hit her on her back.â
âYou!â
âWhat about me?â
Zachary gave him a smug look. âAs your daughterâs friend, itâs my duty to protect her.â
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âDadâŠâ
Mandy clenched her teeth as tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
âI donât have a daughter like you!â
Clinton coldly glared at her.
âAnd 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 werenât for S suggesting we let you live, I would have sent people to kill you earlier!â
Clintonâs words were heartless.
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