Chapter 862

　　Daphne lunged forward hysterically, tumbling from her wheelchair into the filthy slush. 　　She reached out with hands that were turning purple from the cold, screaming at the receding taillights in despair. "Derek, come back! Please don't leave me! I'm sorry... I'm so sorry!" 　　Calvin appeared behind her like a ghost lurking in the shadows. 　　He leaned down and scooped up the broken woman. Pressing his lips to her ear, his voice was low and malicious. "Darling, why can't you ever learn?" 　　"No! Let me go! Calvin, get your filthy hands off me!" 　　Calvin let out a dark, demonic chuckle. "You don't want me to touch you? Who are you waiting for—Derek? Do you really think you matter as much as a single fingernail of Tabitha's to him? To him, you're just a piece of pack trash. Even if you stripped naked and showed up at his door, he'd think you were too disgusting to look at." 　　Daphne let out a piercing shriek as he ripped away her last shred of dignity. 　　She had been so close to the top.