Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 39

In less than half a day, they negotiated compensation with the other party responsible for the accident and released Daisy from the police station on bail.

They could tell that Daisy didn’t sleep well by her two thick dark circles under her eyes, and wounds on her forehead and lips.

Sofia rushed over and grabbed Daisy’s hand.

Daisy’s face was injured, her forehead was scratched, fortunately, the wound was not very deep, the corners of her lips were also torn, and her cheeks were also swollen as if someone had slapped her face.

Sofia was trembling with anger, and just about to say something, she was pulled by Brian to the side.

“Let’s talk outside!”

Sofia grabbed Daisy’s hand and got into Brian’s car. Brian and Daisy were kind of getting close these days. Daisy knew that Sofia had begged Brian and asked him for help. So she could come out smoothly.

Daisy, insisted on treating Brian with a meal for his big help. She had always been a girl with a clear distinction between likes and hates.

She owed Brian this time so she had to pay him back.

chose a Chinese restaurant. It was small, but it

three of them opened a few

of guy who was very easygoing and didn’t put on

restaurant, and he could also have a few drinks with a hearty girl like Daisy without any problem, and at most, he would call

pharmacy to buy iodophor to disinfect Daisy’s wounds, “Daisy, what happened?”

hide it from her friend, so she raised her head and glanced awkwardly at

ahead, even though I’m a bit

smile, “It’s

smile froze on Brian’s face.

Sophy must have been busy drawing and hasn’t seen it. I can’t believe that some asshole took a photo of you helping Sophy set

out of the stall last night, and a few stupid women walked up to me and cursed at my stall. They

hooked up men

Sophy was

with anger, she didn’t say anymore. and she just gritted her teeth, “How can I bear this kind of thing, damn, those

had been working in Charming Bar for so many years, so she did pretty well on

bitches couldn’t win me with their words, so they started to pull my hair. You know me, so I fought back.”

but the words “thank you” could no

her so much.

either, and now that Sofia had just been released from

really think that no one in

“There’s a ball next Sunday, and I need a