Chapter 8 - Sorrel Reveals Months Of Hidden Psychological Torture Sessions
While waiting for his attorney to arrive, Hadrian carried Sorrel into the warm, brightly lit kitchen to make hot cocoa.
He sat her gently on the kitchen island, pulling up a stool so he could inspect the purple bruising on her ankle.
“Does it still hurt when I touch it, sweetie?” Hadrian asked softly, gently pressing a warm, damp cloth against her skin.
“A little bit,” Sorrel admitted, sipping slowly from her oversized ceramic mug filled with marshmallows.
“Did she... did she do things like this often when I was away on business trips?” Hadrian asked, holding his breath.
Sorrel nodded slowly, her big eyes looking down into the warm chocolate as painful memories resurfaced.
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“She told me daddy didn't love me anymore because I was too loud and messy,” Sorrel whispered, fighting back tears.
Hadrian felt a fresh wave of blinding fury surge through his veins, vowing that Vanessa would pay for every single tear.
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