Yasmin Vernon climbed out of the sickbed, turned around and threw herself into Emma Aiden's arms, weeping bitterly.
"I'm so scared, I don't dare tell anyone. I can only call you..."
"It's alright now, calm down, it's alright." Emma Aiden hugged Yasmin Vernon, watching her painful appearance, her eyes turned red too, her body couldn't help but shiver slightly.
After pondering for a moment, she suddenly spoke, "Yasmin, did you call the police?"
"No! I can't call the police! If others know I've been humiliated, how can I face them in the future? And my husband, how do I explain to him? I'm no longer clean..."
Upon hearing her words, Yasmin Vernon's whole body became agitated, her hands grabbing Emma's arm forcefully, her eyes full of fear.
Such eyes, Emma Aiden was all too familiar with.
Her body stiffened, wanting to hug her good friend, but her hands were trembling.
Before her eyes, the picture from a year ago kept flashing, slowly eroding her already fragile nerves.
