I always thought that friend was a female friend until I saw the photo she just posted.
I clicked on the photo and zoomed in. At its edge, on Rena's shoulder, there was a lean hand with a mole between the thumb and forefinger.
Apparently, that was a man's hand!
I didn't want to wait for her to come back any longer and walked to the door to put on my shoes. I needed to find her.
But the door suddenly opened.
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Rena acted as if she didn't see me and went to the bathroom to wash herself, humming a merry tune.
She seemed to be in a good mood.
She didn't ask about Yasmine's illness, nor did she go to Yasmine's room to check on her.
Rena walked out of the bathroom, lay leisurely on the sofa, and applied a mask to her face with enjoyment.
"How could you not worry about your sick daughter at all and even go to stay with someone else's son?"
Rena avoided my eyes and answered lightly, "Why should I worry about her? She's so good at lying at such a young age! How could she possibly be sick?"
I laughed in anger at her illogical words.
"She has already been to the hospital. What's the point of her lying to you?"