Chapter 77 Pathetic

At a distant noise and then the door's being slammed open, jolted me out of my raw slumber. After one of Monet's men came to collect a sample of my blood for the test and gave me painkillers, all I could do was give in to the exhaustion to my body and mind. Well, it seemed like seeing a slight possibility that Mom was telling the truth, Monet decided to show a little mercy on me.
But I knew it wouldn't last for long. As soon as the result would come out and he would find out that I wasn't his blood, which I hoped, he wouldn't hesitate to finish the rest of his task that he left years ago. If Dad and Adrian wouldn't bow to his demands, then he wouldn't have any gain in keeping me alive.
Squinting against the darkness near the door, I tried to see the person who stood there.