"Fine, go ahead don't help me." Mirabel sat down back shrugging, Vincent stared at her intently as she picked up her bag and put on her jacket back.
Good, she is leaving, Vincent thought to himself, he could not bare to see the sorry sight of her plastic boobs any longer.
"But if they call your Anna, the daughter of a slut in future, don't blame me then, know it's your fault." Mirabel commented, walking towards the door.
Vincent furrowed his brows in anger and couldn't stop himself from speaking, "What do you mean?" He asked irritatedly, he hated the fact she used such term to address his little princess.
