Bab 223: There is always drama at a funeral.

Gnawed by worry, David feared that his mother and sister would wash away the progress he had made so far with Phoebe. How was she supposed to be with him when he had selfish monsters as family, she had already tasted their wrath in the past life.

He was already resolved to keep them away from Phoebe and their behavior had just cemented his resolution. He did not care how offended they appeared to be right now.

"She has clearly told you that she wants nothing to do with the Saxon group. If i catch you around Phoebe again, trying to push your desires on her, i will do something drastic and i promise that you both will not like it. " David growled out.

He was so angry that veins could be seen pulsing in his neck. David gently pulled on Phoebe's hand.

"Come on Pheebs, let's go." His efforts were futile as Phoebe remained standing where she was.