The Wrong Woman

"Get out," Daniel roared as he grabbed a nearby bottle and smashed it wildly.

The sound of glass being smashed filled the room, and sharp shards flew everywhere.

Mila was frightened as she covered her mouth. She was afraid that Sienna might get hurt.

Sienna dodged all the attacks. She quickly pushed Daniel's wheelchair to an empty corner.

Seeing this, Mila rushed into the living room to help Sienna put all the dangerous items into bags and drag them out.

Daniel was like a walking dead. His hands hung limp at his sides, and he leaned his head against the wheelchair.

Sienna walked toward Daniel and carefully scrutinized him.

His messy hair covered her eyes, and his thin face was covered in stubble. He looked worn out. His frail body was wrapped in black shirt and pants.

At this moment, he seemed like a soulless and feeble shell as he didn't have the desire to live.

Mila walked over. She looked at Daniel with teary eyes.

She felt sorry for him as she spoke softly, "Dan, please don't be like this anymore. If you keep refusing to eat, drink, or rest, your body can't take it and you'll die."

the house. She said seriously,

debts, but I'll

her debts repaid, but she truly hoped Sienna

She nodded earnestly.

then

house, Sienna locked the door before

akin to a warning and a vow, "Hello, Daniel, I'm Sienna

day-to-day life, including meals, and counseling. Whether you like it or not, from now on, you

Daniel remained motionless.

"Leave," he said coldly.

continued, "From now onward, you cannot drink

a day, you can eat small portions, but you must frequently eat meals. You

an hour reading books to you, mainly focusing on the motivational

if he was mocking her. He felt like he was hearing something absurd and

serious. She moved to stand behind him and

she

house, Mila hesitated and didn't dare

she heard a very loud noise