
Lionel finally came to his mother. He will not remain silent anymore. Although he does not have the same power as his mother, but Lionel will use a familial approach. Star is the only granddaughter of her late brother.
"Mom, can I talk?" Lionel approached Bertha's mother.
"I don't want to talk to you. You're not on my side" Bertha said, throwing her face away.
"Mom, is Damian your son? Then me and Arabella are you ready? Why are you treating us differently?"
"You and your sister are the same. You're dissidents. That's why I like Damian better than you. Damian is a submissive."
Lionel really didn't expect his mother to say that. Yes, it is true that he and Arabella often refused his mother's orders, but that was solely because they had other thoughts, they had opinions that they wanted to hear as well. Not intending to disobey.
"Arabella died for her stupidity. He keeps his love even though Larry is obviously willing to accept all his shortcomings including the bastard child."
"He's not a bastard. His name is Starligth, Mom. And she's mommy's granddaughter."
"Mommy doesn't have a granddaughter named Star. He is a disgrace to our family. I wanted to raise her degree by marrying her to Robert, but the fool did it. He's the same as you."
"Let Star choose her own life path, Mom. Let him go."
"will not. As long as he bears the name Montana it means that his life is under my control."
Lionel finally chose to leave his mother's mansion. She thought she would change her mother's thinking, but her guess was wrong. Lionel was pitying the fate of his nephew. Since childhood, his life has been full of rules.
"I hope you can find your own happiness, Star."
Lionel thought Star had left town. Because that was their plan. After Star escapes from Bertha's mansion, Lionel equips Star with money to get away from Toronto.
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At Zafa's apartment, Star fell asleep because her body was in complete pain. Yesterday when she was shoveled by her grandmother Star got a few punches. She was tortured for refusing to meet Robert, her 50-year-old husband.
Star opened her eyes as she felt something cold touch her forehead.
"You're home yet?" ask Star in a very soft voice.
"I don't have a change of clothes."
"This is my shirt. I'll be out for a minute." Zafa hands an oversize t-shirt to Star. Star immediately sat down even though her head was throbbing pain.
"Are they still there?" ask Star before Zafa stands up.
"Yes, they're even in my cafe too."
"It looks like my grandmother will stop if I die."
"Maybe your grandmother loves you too much" said Zafa. Star smiled wryly.
"That's impossible. He really hates me. Can I trust you?" Star looked at Zafa's truly handsome face.
"Hm."
"Can you change my clothes? I can't move my shoulder. I think my arm's been hurt."
"Are you looking for an excuse to tease me."
"You are a teacher. You can tell which one is serious and which is not. You can hit me if I lie to you."
Zafa let out a long breath. He didn't expect to be in a position like this. However, he also could not let Star sleep in a wet shirt.
Zafa took the shirt. He slowly pulled the clothes that Star was wearing.
"Aauch, this caution is really very painful" Star said.
As Star's clothes were lifted in half, Zafa could see many bruises on the girl's back.
"What are you doing. Why stop?" ask Star curiously. Currently Star's position was lowered in front of Zafa.
"I'll take off your shirt. You don't have to wear my shirt. I'll treat your back."
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