"Do you think you should give me an explanation, Helena?"
"What? Do I need to explain even though I don't want to support you anymore?"
Joseph seemed to be irritated by the contempt in my tone.
He threw me away suddenly.
Because of the huge force, I hit the car door hard.
"Yes, using others' money, stealing others' identities, how can you care about others?
After all, you are a thief."
It was mentioned suddenly by a former lover.
It felt hurt.
I thought so many years had passed that I could face the pain I once experienced calmly.
But his words made me feel like I was falling into an icy cave. My whole body was trembling.
Seeing that I didn't say anything, Joseph seemed even more satisfied.
"Helena, this is all the retribution you deserve. It's for your selfishness."
"Yes, I will bear my retribution. I have no complaints about the suffering I have endured over the years."
I looked up directly at this hot figure in the business world today.
"Mr. Clinton, I'm a thief, what are you?
If I hadn't been a thief, how could Mr. Clinton have lived a life of ease and comfort abroad?
We are all beneficiaries of this matter, so why do we have to make it sound so harsh?"