Three Months Later…
Mr. Cain Buster’s POV (Director of the NightShade Orphanage were Layla grew up)
I am going over the daily paperwork for the Nightshade Orphanage, when a bunch of my workers came bursting into my office. “SIR!” Is called out by all of them but with them talking over each other I could not understand any of them.
“Shut up, all of you!” I roar. They all quieted down. I then lean back into my chair and look at one of them. “Mr. Smith, please enlighten me as to what you all are doing in my office.” I said. I swear I have not been this irritated since Mr. Wilson died three years ago after taking that she devil of a brat off my hands.
I know nothing about what happened to the brat, though I am pretty sure she met her demise in the wild all on her own. Mr. Smith meekly nodd
