It was Mona who hurt me when she was throwing a tantrum just now.
In order to avoid infection, I hastily stopped the bleeding and prepared to go to the hospital for disinfection and bandage.
But when I got to the basement, I found that the car was driven away by Mona.
The only thing left in the garage was the ice-berry Ferrari that Mona had just bought.
I thought about using her car to go to the hospital temporarily.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the car door was opened, a fishy smell came out of my nose, which almost choked me and made me unable to breathe!
The car was in a mess and an unknown white liquid was everywhere!
The group photo originally hung on the front of the car was crushed and thrown in the corner at will.
I finally understood why Mona didn’t drive her own car.
I picked up the photo under the car.
In the photo, Mona was standing in front of the Ferrari, one hand supported the front of the car and the other hand was around my waist, red lips and white teeth, smiling particularly brightly.
This was taken when Mona and I picked up the car.
I remember she shouted at that time, “I have both bread and love. I am the happiest woman in the world.”