Chapter 14 Misunderstood

"Come on, Mum—it's not what you think."

"Well, if it's not what I think, then what is it?"

We were like murder suspects being interrogated by the police. Both of us—or more accurately, just me... squirming under Mrs Carla's probing gaze.

"This fatso accidentally tripped and fell on me."

Mrs Carl...

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