Countless painful memories flooded back, leaving Roza in turmoil. She was so upset that she walked over to the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of ice water, and chugged it down to calm herself. Suddenly, there was a loud thud from the changing room. Roza jumped in surprise and quickly rushed to the door, knocking anxiously.

"Mrs. Iverson? Are you okay? Mrs. Iverson?!"

Roza felt her heart drop when she didn't hear a response. Without hesitation, she forced the door open and hurried into the room.

"Mrs. Iverson!"

In the changing room, Coral had passed out while changing. She was lying unconscious on the floor with her upper body exposed.

To Roza's shock, Coral's back was heavily marked with old bruises and healed wounds.

After a moment of disbelief, Roza swiftly removed her jacket, wrapped it around Coral, and gently lifted her while trying to rouse her by pinching her philtrum.

Iverson! Can you

slowly regained consciousness. Her eyes were dazed

sigh of relief and anxiously asked, "Mrs. Iverson,

Coral's eyes as she turned away, unable to meet

hit you?!" Roza's eyes blazed with anger,

got dressed. "I'll send you the money later, and my assistant will grab the

"Mrs. Iverson! Abuse doesn't just happen once. It happens over and over

the rest of your life with such a beastly hypocrite? Even if you can bear it, how much longer can your body hold up? Do you want to be beaten to death by

and resentment in her heart. "I can

deeply triggered by the abuse, causing her to shout hoarsely, "If you don't fight back, you'll be in real danger! Mrs. Iverson, you can still turn back now, as long as

her expression frozen, seething with anger. An

yard of the studio,

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