Innumerable memories flooded Rose's mind like relentless nightmares, leaving her heart in turmoil. She made her way to the fridge, retrieved a chilled bottle of water, and drank it all, hoping to quell the unrest within her.

At this moment, a thud emanated from the fitting room, jolting Rose. Hastily, she approached and rapped on the door, concern evident in her voice. "Ms. Sparks, is everything alright? Ms. Sparks?"

No one responded. Rose felt something was off and barged into the fitting room.

"Ms. Sparks!"

Clarissa had fainted, her upper body exposed. Clarissa's back was covered with bruises and scabs formed by old injuries.

Rose was stunned for two seconds before she swiftly took off her coat to cover Clarissa's body. Then she carried her up.

"Ms. Sparks, wake up!"

Rose's relief was palpable, yet her concern lingered. "How did you get

Clarissa turned away,

Josh do this to you?" Rose's eyes blazed with

Emerson, this is a private matter. Please don't

She frantically wore her clothes. "I will transfer the money to you shortly.

voice cut through the air, "Ms. Sparks, domestic abuse isn't a singular event—it recurs, relentlessly haunting its victims. You

endure, your body will inevitably falter under the strain. Are

I supposed to do? Do I have

the pent-up hatred she had suppressed for so long. "I'm barely clinging to life as it is. If I fight back, I'll only end up dead." "Bullshit!" The domestic violence had struck a nerve in Rose. She shrieked, "You will end up dead if you don't retaliate! Ms. Sparks, it's still not too late for

the door slammed shut, cutting her

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