The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 92

If she had lost it under normal circumstances, she could have just gotten it replaced, but not in this situation. However, she could not do anything without her identity card, and she did not want to go back to the Jent residence.

Madelyn had never had much patience for Wonda and usually just turned a blind eye her, which was much better than Wonda deserved in her eyes.

toward

If she still had her old temper, Madelyn would have shoved the trash can over Wonda’s head by now.

“Wonda, I have my mother’s photo in that purse, and it’s very important to me. Also, there are important documents inside… If you want money, I can give it to you. Everything else in there is useless to you, can you just return it to me?”

Wonda kicked the trash can aside, and its contents spilled out. She snapped, “What’s the meaning of this, Madelyn? What does your missing purse have to do with me!? I didn’t take your wallet, so what are you accusing me for? If you don’t believe me, then make a police report!”

Her voice was so loud that the entire restaurant could hear her.

her head in frustration as she said somewhat helplessly, “Wonda… I’ve never done anything to hurt you! If you want my hand cream, I can even give it to you. Just give me back my purse

didn’t take your purse! Why are

the commotion and did not know what was happening, so he hurried over.”

aren’t you working the late shift tonight? What are you

purse, and there’s a really important photograph inside it alongside my IDs. Also, I actually came to tender my resignation and go back

the matter, lass? Why are you so eager to leave out of

want to talk about what happened last night, since thinking about it would just make her

weasel out of talking about it, instead saying, “I just miss home. Can you help me make a police report for the lost

purse look like? I’ll get some

with a logo on it. My student ID and

Massey let out a slightly dejected look. “It’ll be difficult to find your lost purse, and your Cha-what-its-name, must be pretty pricey. I suppose anyone who picks it up will not

lips. “Mr. Massey, can you buy me a bus ticket

much of a hurry? I’m afraid it won’t be possible, at