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!"

yet her concern

Clarissa turned away, tears brimming in

you being abused? Did Josh do this to you?" Rose's eyes blazed with fury, their depths

Emerson, this is a private matter.

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

a singular event—it recurs, relentlessly

truly willing to spend the rest of your life with that pretentious bastard? No matter how much you endure, your body will inevitably

to

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 you.

the door slammed shut, cutting her

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255