"Misunderstanding? How ridiculous! Do you think I'm stupid? I should have caught you in bed with him.Only then would you have admitted, right? Bitch!" Molly sneered.

"You're even flirting with each other in public.How could you tell me that I'm misunderstanding you after seeing that? Anyone who has eyes can clearly see that neither of you is innocent, and here you're, busy eating cake?"

Molly's eyes darted towards the cake on the table.

"I'll let you eat it then!"

As soon as she finished her words, she picked up the cake and smashed it on Ayla's face.

All the cream got stuck on Ayla's face, making her embarrassed in front of everyone.

Ayla didn't know how to react after this.

She just sat there inadaze.

"Bitch, don't let me see you again!"

Molly pushed on her chest hard, then turned around and left.

There was cream all over Ayla's face.

She quietly stood up, painfully aware of everyone's gaze on her, then left the restaurant.

Walking on the road in a daze, she felt so alone in this whole world.

She couldn't go back to Toby's apartment, so where would she go now? She had nowhere to go.

Despite the world being so big, there was no place for her to stay.

Her life was so pathetic.

Her eyes welled up, but she stubbornly didn't let her tears fall.

Crying couldn't solve her problem.

Meanwhile, Clayton went to her school to ask about Ayla.

But both the school authority and her friends couldn't give any information about her.

After that, he began searching for her on the roads.

Where was she? While Ayla was walking aimlessly on the Melody Road, keeping her head down, Clayton found her.

"You're such a bitch!"

Seeing her, Clayton immediately came over and pulled her hair.

"Dad? What are you doing here?"

Ayla grabbed his hand and endured the pain, but winced when she saw the bruises on Clayton's face.

No wonder that he would vent his anger on her.

"What am I doing here? I am here because of you! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to face these dire consequences!"

the taxi by her hair and

ask because she

cowered in a corner of the car's back seat and waited

going back

had sold her to

else could she go? She

at the gate of a

daytime, the club was much quieter than in the night, but there

out of the car, he pulled his daughter into the club

for them with a glass of wine in

was dimly lit by

quietly as Clayton

I've found this

along with him as they kneeled in

no dignity

Brian didn't respond.

then put down the glass, and focused on the two

Mrs.Clark, you are

sofa

face, he

hook up with

Ayla lowered her eyes.

him made her not want to

maybe which

it wasn't all

for freedom was her right, which he was reluctant

"Really?"

her face and hair, Brian asked, "What is this all

me go

I want to be free.Give me some

didn't want to go back to

to lose her

arm and pulled her

your daughter wants her

won't.Her life

at her, hinting to stop talking

was talking about? They had lost all their money, and they

could they be longing for

be free? Okay

and said, "But your freedom depends on whether you are willing to sacrifice

"No! No! Mr.Clark."

Clayton panicked.

finished his words, two men came over with thick wood

couldn't help but scream

Mr.Clark, please forgive

was the first time that Ayla had seen such

himself another drink and

my father go.Okay! Okay! I will listen to

Clayton's condition with

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