Chapter 2183 Damn Dress: A Love Story:>63
- "Your being saved doesn't really do a damn thing for me. Because even if you were too fucked up to remember, I remember. Oh, every little detail is engrained into my brain. Let's stroll down memory lane since you can't remember. Do you remember beating the shit out of me every other night? Maybe you remember me spitting up blood in the fucking bathroom because you broke my rib. Or locking me in a closet all day with no food or water? You did that quite a few times. Want me to go on?"
- Harold hung his head. He honestly didn't remember some of those things, but unfortunately, a lot of it he did.
- "My own fucking hell hole for eleven years!! You probably don't remember half of the shit you did, huh? You pulled a fucking gun on me when I was ten! A scared ten year old, crying and about to piss myself because I thought you were going to kill me. So fuck you, and your sorry assed, half-hearted attempt at redemption. You ain't getting anything from me."