chapter 63

HURT BY HER BLOODLINE

Imelda glanced at her brother, but he looked away pretending not to see her again. She heaved a big sigh and then transfixed her palm on her waist.

For over thirty seconds , none among the three could say a word to break up the silence. They all stood beside each other speechless.

" Now tell me young lady, how the heck did your parents get that stuff on your neck ? Is there any other way in exception of tieing it… ? ", Imelda threw the question at Maricar curiously

Maricar stretched her lips while her face were bent low. " I've already told you the fact… I grew up to see the medal on my neck and my parents tied it on me on the day I was born. They can't even get it out of my neck ".

" So what's special about the medal that it can't be taken off… ?

" What did you see so special about the medal that you want it off her neck ? You should be the one to answer that question… ", Benard sputtered back at her

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