After half an hour, I struggled to stand, holding onto the wall. Dominic frowned at the sight of the blood on my knee.
He pulled a check for 1,400 dollars from his wallet and tossed it in front of me. “Go to the hospital and get it treated. Don’t bring bad luck to my house.”
I bent down to pick up the check and returned to the nanny’s room. Then I wiped the blood off my leg with warm water and applied iodine to the wound.
I couldn’t bear to spend these 1,400 dollars. It would bring me one step closer to my goal of studying abroad.
That evening, Dominic’s guests arrived. There were a few of his wealthy friends. When they saw me, they were surprised.
“Dominic, don’t you never allow other women in your house? What’s going on?”
Dominic sat in the middle of the sofa and said calmly, “This is my nanny. She’s the one who killed my sister.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of the others changed instantly. Their eyes were filled with hostility.
One of them spoke first, his tone frivolous. “So it’s you? Since you’re here to atone, you should act like one. Kneel down and bark like a dog. 1,400 dollars for each sound. How about that?”