Sometimes she hated herself for being so weak and always crying over such trivial matters.
“But everything is back to square one. I am not allowed to cry!”
She clenched her fists which had already turned white in her sleeves, limped to the trash can in the corridor, threw her beloved high-heeled shoes into the trash can and walked out of the hospital barefoot.
Beatrice had just transferred some living expenses to his mother in the nursing home.
She looked at her balance, gritted her teeth and prepared to walk home.
But the pain of her feet stepping on the asphalt ground made her feel aggrieved and she squeezed out a few more drops of golden beans.
Looking at the days marked on the phone, she started crying and then started laughing.
“In 50 days at the latest, I will leave this place completely and start a new life.”
Beatrice had just finished taking the nutrient solution and her strength had not yet fully recovered. Fortunately, she finally walked to the door of her house and fainted there.
She had a very long and strange dream.
In the dream, Harold knew that she was going to leave, so he hung her on a tree at the door and beat her up.