Koko's POV
As I laid patiently waiting for the verdict from Gad, I blocked myself from all their noises. I didn't want to hear anything. I wanted to die listening to my inner self.
I looked at my mother. She threw a glare at me as if she would kill me instantly. I wondered why she would hate me to that extent. What did I really do to deserve their hatred?
"Mother…." I whispered softly.
I just wish I could hear her call me her child just this once. I would gladly accept the death that was coming my way. But all I received was an intense hateful glare.
What was my crime? Was it just because I was ugly? Why would a woman hate her child so much?
As I was deep in thought, drowning in my own sorrows, I felt strong hands holding me up roughly. I looked up to see two stern looking guards hol
