Leon entered his room where Shara was waiting for him. The latter abruptly stood up and walked to him when she saw him. Her gaze instantly fixated on his left shoulder.
"How much does it hurt? Why do you always let him lay a hand on you? You should defend yourself! This is too much!" She complains with a disappointed face. However, there was still a hint of concern in her voice.
"It's fine. Everything is over now." Leon put his hand on her shoulder and forced a smile. "Let's leave this house. I'm no longer the Prime Minister's son." He calmly said.
"What? He even disowns you?!" Shara exclaimed with disbelief written all over her face but Leon promptly shook his head.
"I'm the one who cut ties with him. I'm tired to live as his son. So, let's leave now." Leon walked to the right and opened his almirah. He takes out his clothes and put them in his bed.
"Leave them. I will do the packing. You're injured." Shara said as she took a rolling suitcase.
