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

gaze, Clarissa turned away, tears brimming

this to you?” Rose’s eyes blazed with

a private

She frantically wore her clothes. “I will transfer the money to you shortly. I will

prepared to flee, Rose’s voice cut through the air, “Ms. Sparks, domestic abuse isn’t a singular

understand more than anyone the anguish and torment you’ve endured all

you truly willing to spend the rest of your life with that pretentious

matter how much you endure, your body will inevitably falter under the strain. Are you resigned to the possibility of meeting

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