42. Unplanned circumstances

One minute, two minutes, three minutes, and that's it.

"You really want to try my patience. But guess what? It's unacceptable"

I frowned, pointing towards the wall.

My footsteps were heavy, and the person seemed to be getting more and more restless because I could hear the sound of her breathing despite how hard she tried to control it.

"Get the hell outta there before I blow your arse out alongside Fernandez's cheap, loyal dogs."

I yelled, trying my best not to punch the wall in front of me. But guess what?

Life seems to have other plans because the b*tch still hasn't come out.

"Blame yourself for this."

I whispered, punching the wall. The thick glass shattered at once.

Glancing at my bloodied palm and knuckles, I paid no attention to them and directly strode inside the place.

There the kitten was curled like a ball in a secluded corner of the room that has no door, windows, or so on.

"You freaking don't have ears, huh?"

I asked angrily.

"I can't move," She said, stuttering in the pro