Chapter 82. Words That Hurt

Mrs. Morrow walked out of the house, walking closer to her car parked at the front of the house as Jackson walked closer.

The driver opened the car for Mrs. Morrow. She was about to enter the car when she glanced at Jackson who was about to enter the house.

She recognized him at once to be the guy on the live press conference. "Rapist." She pronounced, and Jackson stopped on his track glancing at her.

"Excuse me?" He whispered. Mrs. Morrow scoffed taking some steps closer to him.

"What? Aren't you the one who was hired to rape your friend?" She asked sarcastically, and Jackson breathed out.

"Ma'am--"

"Mrs. Morrow." She corrected with a small glare.

"Mrs. Morrow---" He repeated but was interrupted by her again.

"You shouldn't have sent those pics to whoever hired you."

"I was only trying to protect her, or else---"

"There are better ways to protect her." Mrs. Morrow interrupted him again.

"That is the only option I could thin