Elaine’s POV:

Both I and my mother’s gaze shifted towards the door, and speaking of the devil, he stood there, his imposing figure filling the doorway, his expression stern as he cast disapproving looks towards my weak body. “Elaine, we need to talk,” he said, his voice holding no hint of pity or understanding. Just firm.

I nodded slowly, facing my mother for help, but when she caught my gaze, she immediately shifted her eyesight to the floor. Not even she has the guts to stand up ...