The Wrong Woman

Chapter 38

It was then Sally noticed the embroidery that Suzanne had yet to put away.

She was shocked to find out that Suzanne was insanely talented to the point that she could embroider a famous painting onto the sewing hoop. Not a detail was out of place, and the image looked as amazing as the real deal.

“Did you embroider it yourself?” Sally pointed at the embroidery while sounding jealous.

Suzanne quickly snapped out of her trance. She strode over to the embroidery and started packing it up hurriedly.

Her panic drove her to move as quickly as she could, but Sally was faster. The latter dug out a bottle of red liquid from her handbag and splashed it onto the embroidery hoop.

The sudden destruction shocked Suzanne to her core. She was

unable to stop the liquid from seeping through the.fabric, causing the pattern to be dyed red instantly.

Enraged by Sally’s actions, Suzanne asked, “Have you lost your r

Sally just smirked in response. Clearly, she couldn’t care less ab Suzanne. Afterward, she dumped the remaining liquid onto Suzann new dress.

Poor Suzanne was so stunned she froze completely.

She gripped her ruined embroidery so tightly that her hand trembled slightly. Tears blurred her vision as she stared at the dress on the bed, which was already stained red. The sight broke her heart.

Vera’s gift that Suzanne had worked tirelessly on for half a month, as first gift Nathan had given her, werca iwere all ruined.

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