Her mother is sick

Kara held on to her daughter tightly as the three walked out of the car. The monster man, Michael, stood in front of them, then widened his arms, trying to look like a king in front of them.

"Welcome to my home. My paradise is your hell." He grinned at the three of them. He pointed to the villa, then at Roseline.

"Such a fearful bastard." He spat at her face. "My twin children would be out at any moment, and believe me, they would both be glad to see you."

Roseline gave Michael a death glare, wishing hell for him.

She regretted asking her mother about this brutal man. If she had known this type of man was her father, she would have wished death for him.

"Uh? Why are you staring at me like that little one?" Michael bent down to her level. Roseline wanted to scratch his face, but her mother held tight to her arms and then coveted her face. Only Kara could imagine the kind of torture Roseline wished to give this man. And she was the only one who knew what Roseline could do. No, she could