Chapter 112 Mrs Clark - 1

CRASH!

Damien springed off his seat, dodging the plate of food that shattered on his seat. He looked up in astonishment.

"What the f—"

"ARE YOU MAD!" The house shook.

Delia picked up the glass of wine, shooting it at Damien. He rose his arm, letting the glass break on the skin of his elbow. He stared at the fuming monsterous woman in front of him.

"ARE YOU SICK IN YOUR WHITE STUPID HEAD?!"She began to pick the utensils on the table, shooting them at him, nonstop. He rolled, docked and slid on the floor, dodging all the dishes on the table that were being thrown at him.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY!" She finally exhausted all her weapons. Her chest heaved in anger.

She stepped aside, marching up to him,"YOU FREAKING–" Damien stood up. Delia threw her fists at him.