Chapter 22

Dion had made his feelings known about the girl’s economic status and Mpumi did not like it. “Never ever sit where I sit. Your mother can’t afford this couch, so why sit on it?”

She had a few words to say but she wouldn’t dare say them out loud.

-**You don’t talk about my mother like that. You don’t know her. She could be a queen to some land. She could be a president in some country and probably, has much more money than you. Who am I kidding, that’s impossible…? But he doesn’t know that. He shouldn’t say things like that. Who says things like that? Ow, I forgot, madmen do. **-

“You’re still here.”

Just like that, the girl got off. She tramped out of the room. It was now that Dion paid attention to the stinging pain. It was moist and he concluded that the cut was bleeding. He did not do much. He knew that he needed some plasters, but then he disliked the girl. She was th