CHAPTER 146

  Although it didn't do much, it was violent a lot to push Monica away.

  Monica didn't like the boy.

  "You are just like your father, Bryan!" She pointed at his face with hatred. Wren rolled his little eyes.

  "Start with the boy!" Monica commanded before moving backward. Boston smiled and nodded his head before going to take the new syringe he had placed on the square table. He took out the syringe from its packaging before inserting it into the container that had a yellow substance.

  Cassie watched with contempt, anger, and frustration. She began to fight with the cuffs that were used to cage her, she didn't care if it was tearing her hand badly and weakening her more. If the thorn on her head was tearing her forehead badly as she moved against the bed.

  "Boston, pls... Stop..." She begged, cried, and shouted.

  Boston smiled.