At that time, we had just returned to New York. My father couldn't bear the blow and died of a heart attack in anger. My mother also became seriously ill and needed medical treatment, but we were already bankrupt. Where could we get the money?
To save my mother, I had to work in high-end nightclubs.
I used to be the daughter of the Williams family, and many people in the upper-middle class knew me. There were also many dandies who pursued me.
Since our family was bankrupt, they wouldn't let me go easily.
I drank until my stomach bled, being humiliated and insulted. Someone even forced me to kneel to lick the spilled drinks from the ground and pressed cigarette butts on my body.
I endured the humiliation, just to save my father's life!
Until that time, I was deliberately intoxicated by them.
In a blur, I felt countless hands tearing at my clothes. No matter how I struggled or called for help, it was in vain.
I came to work, but I never thought of selling myself!
I fumbled, grabbed a bottle, and smashed it hard on the head of the person.