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!"

her concern lingered.

turned away, tears

you?" Rose's eyes blazed with fury, their depths tinged with

is a

clothes. "I will transfer the money to you shortly. I will ask my assistant

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

you endure, your body will

what am I supposed to do? Do I

back, I'll only end up dead." "Bullshit!" The domestic violence had struck a

finish, the door

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