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Chapter 145 - 145 defending Liam from his family
Chapter 145 - 145 defending Liam from his family
?Chapter 145: defending Liam from his family Chapter 145: defending Liam from his family Seeing him buying a bunch of drinks and drinking beer alone in the classroom, Maureen said with some confusion, “Do you not want to hang out with Liam’s mother?
If you don’t, why don’t you just refuse?” Demon shot her a glance, “You think I wanted to do this?” On this night, perhaps due to his despair, Demon ended up spilling his guts after having a bit too much to drink.
What Maureen heard was his side of the story.
Strangely enough, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the departed Liam’s elder brother when he was eighteen.
For all these years, Liam’s mother had been using him as a way to live in her dream.
From Demon’s few indirect words, Maureen caught a glimpse of the thirteen-year-old Liam.
She saw how Liam had to fight his way out of a literal dogpile, bruised all over, being shoved back and forth beyond the caution tape, and questioned about where his brother and father were.
She also saw how powerlessly he watched his own mother take another man as a replacement for the departed, completely abandoning him.
She saw how, under pouring rain, before he could even break free from his traumatic experience, Liam was taken to the police station for a statement, repeatedly recounting his nightmare under the harsh lights.
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Flashbacks of cold-tinted, oppressive images flew by like a carousel.
Demon’s words were only simple narrations, void of any descriptive vocabulary.
Maureen passed a sleepless night.
The part of her heart she kept for Liam seemed to hum softly.
Throughout the night, every single detail in relation to Liam flooded her mind from start to finish, every image as vivid as daylight—the youthful laughter, the fitful fury under the sky.
She thought she knew Liam well, but there were many things she didn’t know.
Now, after careful thought, many things have become clear.
Why, when he sees a dog, does he seem to transform, his eyes plummeting into a nightmare in an instant?
Why does he always have trouble falling asleep?
Why does he often bear injuries on his body?
Maureen tosses and turns, recalling the wound on his neck from that time, a glass cut, a few centimeters long.
Although tiny and shallow, how much pain must there have been at the moment it was cut open?
The scar on his body has already healed, but at this moment, it is torn out by its roots in Maureen’s heart.
Maureen’s heart hurts deeply.
Maureen cannot alleviate her distress.
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