Elisa brushed her hair back to collect herself.
She knew Rachel meant well, but her father probably told her to say that.
Rachel sneered, “You have such a twisted sense about men. Guard your heart, Elisa Benett.”
She looked over to the woman who was lost deep in her thoughts.
Rachel declared, “Men are such dogs.” She lit her cigarette, “Why not we make a pact? If we don’t get married by our forties, let’s get married and adopt some youngins. At least we’ll be happy in our retirement.”
Elisa chuckled, “You and your stupid ideas. I love it.”
“Why did you agree to that quickly? Hah.” Rachel brushed away the cigarette ash, “There’s still hope for you yet, but me? I want to enjoy my life. Maybe hook up with as many hotties as I can before that happens.”
“Since when were you such a tramp,” she smiled.
“Hey, a girl got to have fun,” Rachel snickered. “although I haven’t had that kind of thing with a man, I’ve seen my fair share of pigs. You’ll naturally learn the order of things.”
Rachel resumed scrolling Twitter with a childish grin.
…
Linda.
Rose has now set aside everything and is wholly devoted to her daughter.
Her daughter visibly lost weight even though she’s been coerced to eat her meals. Rose was seriously worried.
She saw Linda sitting on the bed alone at this time, clutching a bowl of porridge in her hand. She muttered in distress, “Linda, honey, eat something. If you don’t, how will you recover?”
With a spoon by her lips, Linda turned away. “I won’t. Stop.”
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