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!”

Clarissa gradually regained consciousness, Rose’s relief was palpable, yet her concern lingered. “How did you get these injuries, Ms.

Clarissa turned away, tears brimming in her

to you?” Rose’s eyes blazed with fury, their

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wore her clothes. “I will transfer the money to you shortly. I will ask my assistant

to flee, Rose’s voice cut through the air, “Ms. Sparks, domestic abuse

more than anyone the anguish and torment

you truly willing to spend the rest of your life

your body will inevitably falter under the strain. Are you resigned to the possibility of meeting your

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