All Chapters of Teach me, Mr Blackwood: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

_Aurora’s POV_It had been a few days since after the panic attack, and I was back at work. Margaret had asked me to take some time off to relax.And when I showed up this morning, she acted upset. I said I needed to take more days off, but I couldn’t afford to do that. I had moved to a different part of town, and I didn’t know anybody here yet. Staying indoors was going to drive me crazier than I already was. “Are you okay?” Margaret asked for what seemed to be the tenth time this morning and I turned to look at her, a soft smile on my lips. The concern on her face was able to make my heart soften.She didn’t have to be this concerned about me.We hadn’t known each other for that long. “Yes, I am,” I answered truthfully, hoping she would stop worrying. Sometimes, I wished she would stop asking like I was going to break at any second of the day. I honestly felt better than I did before. I clipped another rose stem with my pruning shears, my tongue stuck out of my mouth in an

_Damien’s POV_I took a sip from my whiskey before setting it down on the table, leaning back against my chair.It didn’t even burn as it used to.The house was quiet, Isabelle playing somewhere upstairs with the nanny. Each time I looked at her and saw the face of the man who used to be my best friend, I felt a pang in my chest. I had taken care of that child for eight years thinking she was my blood. I had loved her.Imagine the betrayal when I found out it wasn’t my blood that ran through my veins. And I knew it wasn’t her fault. I couldn’t bring myself to act any differently towards her, because she was still my baby girl. Letting out a sigh, I dragged my hand down my face.It had been a few weeks since I confronted Kingston and Aurora left. And for some reason, nothing seemed right to me. I haven’t spoken to Aurora since she left, I knew she wanted nothing to do with me. But I respected that. I had no choice but to do that. But that didn’t change the fact that I couldn

_Damien’s POV_The sound of something vibrating pulled me out of deep sleep and I groaned, opening my eyes. For a moment, everything was confusing. My eyes darted around the room before I could pin down what was making that horrible sound. My phone. It kept buzzing on my nightstand, thr vibrations bringing it closer and closer to the edge. Who the fuck was calling me by-I looked at the digital clock on the wall. It was six-thirty in the morning. Who the fuck was calling me by dic thirty?Groaning once more, I flipped over on my bed, covering my ears with my pillow as I tried to go back to bed. Keyword being tried. “For fucks sake.” I hissed, a vein popping on my forehead as I reached for the phone. The moment I looked at my screen, my brows scrunched up. I had tons of notifications, calls, texts, and even emails. What the fuck? My assistant’s call immediately popped up and I didn’t hesitate to answer. “What the fuck is happening?” I groaned, dragging a hand down my face.

_Damien’s POV_The moment I stepped outside the building, the noise hit me immediately. “Mr. Blackwood!”“Mr. Blackwood!”“Did you know your wife was cheating?”“Will you be suing Mr. Kingston?”“Did Mariam confess before she died?”“What about Isabelle?”“Is she still your daughter?”Camera flashes exploded from every direction.Security formed a wall around me as microphones were shoved toward my face.Questions came so quickly they blurred into meaningless noise.I didn’t answer a single one. I walked behind security as they led me towards my car. I couldn’t even tell how this had happened. I turned the radio in the car off, tossing my phone into the seat next to me. I couldn’t bear listening to another stranger discuss my life. What business of theirs was it? I know they wouldn’t care if this had happened to some random man in the streets. Letting out a sigh, I pulled into my driveway and killed the engine. For several seconds. I simply sat there. The reporters who were he

_Damien’s POV_The office door dlmmed shut behind me and for a moment I just stood there. My hand was still wrapped around the handle, my knuckles white from how tightly I was gripping it. I heard the sound of glass smashing from inside the office, and then I walked. If I stayed another second here, I was going to kill him. I didn't care if I did life, as long as Kingston was dead. Nothing would bring me more joy than seeing him bloodied and unalive. His words echoed inside my head with every step I took. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it. No matter how hard I tried to forget the words he had said.“You will learn what it feels like to lose a child.” I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt. He wouldn't. He couldn't do that. There’s no way he would drag Isabelle into this. Not after everything that has happened. But knowing the type of person he was. He didn’t care about anyone that wasnt himself. By the time I reached the elevator, my breathing had become uneven. I pull