Chapter 45

Catherine's POV:

“You knew my mother, didn't you?" I asked in utter disbelief. It was probably more of a statement rather than a question, since I remember so well that she were friends with my mother when I was a pup.

If that was the case, then she must have had a great part to play in the betrayal that happened eight years ago! She were friends with my mother, and she knew I was my mother's daughter all along, yet she watched me suffer all these years right in front of her eyes. She watched me bear the suffocating pain of being tortured and alone in those eight fucking years in slavery.

She widened her eyes, leaving her mouth a little open perhaps from the shock. I didn't take my eyes away from her face as I walked to