Chapter Thirty One

Jasmine.

They had to physically pull me away from Charles body because I was ready to kill him there and then.

"You fucking killed my father, I'm going to fucking kill you" I pulled and trashed around against whoever held me away from Charles.

The old man had the nerve not to look fucking scared, though his knee was quickly turning red as blood gathered there. He had the audacity to smile while my dad was six feet under.

He scoffed, wincing a bit due to the pain while Mr Warner rushed to the refrigerator to get an icepack for him.

"Your mom helped me do it, I don't see you attacking her," He muttered under his breath but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear him.

I wished I could punch him in the eye at this moment.

I sneered at him, "Leave my mom's name out of your mind, you slimy bastard,"

I could not believe my mom helped this man to kill my dad and then got married to him. This slimy disgusting man that had no right to even father a child, yet he had the opportunity to fat