Though she had already left the scene, Jocelyn could still hear Maria loud and clear because she literally shouted at the top of her voice.
The pain in her body and the humiliation she received made Jocelyn extremely tense. She was also on the verge of emotional breakdown.
She bit her lower lips tightly, and only when she tasted the metallic smell of blood did she let go.
The red blood that gushed out of the wound slowly stained her lips, leaving a trace of red.
Jocelyn limped back to her room. When the door closed, she could no longer hold back her emotions.
Immediately, she slid slowly to the ground.
Tears flowed down her face.
“Why do I have to put up with all of this? Why are you all doing this to me?” Jocelyn’s hands clenched tightly around the hem of her shirt.
Her body was trembling non-stop.
Jocelyn didn’t understand it.
She didn’t understand why since Maria was young, she could have beautiful clothes, luxurious jewelry, and whatever she wanted, but she couldn’t. She wasn’t even allowed to touch Maria’s things.
‘Wasn’t she also her father’s daughter? But why people called her b*tch? And why could even the servants of this house bully her?
Even the university that she finally got into was an opportunity that she earned by doing various part-time jobs.
This was her only chance to leave this family, but now, she was being threatened.
Since they didn’t like her, she would just leave.
She had already decided to leave the Wilson family. Compared to living with her family, she would rather wander outside alone.
“Can’t we just pretend that we never met?” Jocelyn thought to herself. Why did they have to dash the little wish I had?
At the thought of the videos and photos of her and the man spreading online, Jocelyn felt extremely tired.
“Mother, I’m so tired.”
After crying for a long time, Jocelyn’s eyes were red and swollen. Even her voice was unusually hoarse.
The lights were not on in the room, and Jocelyn was wrapped in darkness.