She kicked me frantically. "Let go of me, you bastard. I need Nolan!"
She kept kicking and hitting me, and my whole body was in pain.
I dialed Camila Allen's number.
My heavy eyelids drooped as I tiredly held her tightly.
"Luna, stop it."
"Mateo!"
Camila's scream rang out, and I finally felt relieved.
When I woke up again, I found myself in the hospital.
Just as I opened my eyes, I saw Camila's tearful eyes.
She was tidying up the quilt while muttering, "Are you an idiot? Why did you indulge her like this? She's not the Luna we know any more!"
"Do you know that as her best friend, I want to kill her for hurting you over and over again?"
A year ago, Luna's parents mentioned that the company was in crisis.
They hoped Luna would enter into a business alliance through marriage.
But she refused.
Unexpectedly, on the same day that her parents returned home, they died in a car accident.
Luna blamed herself for this.
And she showed some signs of depression.
Fortunately, our two daughters were by her side.
That day, I just went out to buy some groceries.
The house was on fire unexpectedly.
When I rushed into the fire, I only saw Luna lying unconscious on the ground.
I carried Luna out the door.