Bab 72: Mind your damn business

You son of a bitch!

I rose from my crunched position and placed my hands on my waist as a darkly glared at him.

Mar brought the girls upstairs. And I stood, rooted to the floor, as I watched them.

I don't know what to do, nor can I move my legs. It was as if the shock I felt made me immobile.

The three of them came upstairs. Seeing them on the same floor as my baby, I felt anger unlike any I've ever felt.

I matched up to them, with a very dark expression on my face as I glared at them, Mar more than the others.

Mar watched me as I approached, and a part of his mouth tilted up at the side. It was as if he were making fun with this.

"Get out of my house, this instant!" I point to the front door downstairs and angrily folded my arms.

"Who are you?"

The girl in a short red gown asked as she gave me a once-over.

"I'm—"

"Leave him. He's no one."