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.
The screams pierced my eardrums, and I stumbled out, ignoring everything. But just as my blood was about to grab the door of the private room, my scalp suddenly tore with pain!
A dull sound rang out.
Someone grabbed my hair and pulled it back forcefully, and my body fell heavily to the ground.
A sudden force pressed down on me, and the glass shards behind me instantly pierced my skin, deeply embedding into my body.
The pungent smell of alcohol wandered around my neck and chest, and several restless hands shamelessly touched my thighs and my body, and it seemed like they were about to touch my private part.
The persistence in my heart collapsed in an instant, and my hand accidentally grabbed a piece of debris. I closed my eyes in despair, wanting to die with these people.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and in the next moment, a scream!
The man pressing on me was kicked away by someone.
I looked up and met a cold and stern face.
He took off his suit and gently put it on me. The long-lost kindness suddenly made my cold heart feel a trace of warmth, and inexplicably, I wanted to hold onto him, as if he was the only excuse for me to survive as a person on the brink of death.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here."