My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

During lunch hour, there would be crowds of people, all in a hurry. Many looked forward to enjoying a scrumptious lunch and pondered on how they could efficiently take their afternoon naps to cope with the heavy workload. Beggars were everywhere on the streets, so they didn't notice the couple at first.

Suanne knelt on the ground, she was pleading desperately for help.

"Please, please call an ambulance!"

"Sir, please give us some water. I know you're a kind man. I haven't had any water for three days. I'm dying..."

"Miss! Miss, please, help us, please, I beg of you, I'm begging you..."

"I'm down on my knees. Please save us. Please, save us..."

Some busybodies stopped and watched her. One by one, they gradually formed a circle around the couple.

Someone recognized Nathan as he asked, "Isn't that the world famous psychology professor Nathan Marshall who had returned recently?"

"That's his wife. Why is she so injured? Did she do something bad and got punished because of it?"

we call the police? They aren't going to die here,

They were thrown out onto the street, so there must be someone watching nearby. If you help them, before

it will be if we help them. We may not have time to

had thought about lending a helping hand, immediately gave

be the ones to determine his life

the square

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could hear was a

looked as

of dollars was more important than saving their lives. The volume of the advertisement's jingle grew louder and louder, slowly drowning out Suanne's hoarse

considered a waste of time to stop and watch them. One by one, the passers-

If they were to recall the day's events, they

even be

to exploitation by people like Nathan. People who dominated and

the workers at the bottom of the chain. This is what has led to their situation right now, where Nathan was severely injured