She clenched her fists which had already turned white in her sleeves, limped to the trash can in the corridor, threw her beloved high-heeled shoes into the trash can and walked out of the hospital barefoot.
Beatrice had just transferred some living expenses to his mother in the nursing home.
She looked at her balance, gritted her teeth and prepared to walk home.
But the pain of her feet stepping on the asphalt ground made her feel aggrieved and she squeezed out a few more drops of golden beans.
Looking at the days marked on the phone, she started crying and then started laughing.
“In 50 days at the latest, I will leave this place completely and start a new life.”
Beatrice had just finished taking the nutrient solution and her strength had not yet fully recovered. Fortunately, she finally walked to the door of her house and fainted there.
She had a very long and strange dream.
In the dream, Harold knew that she was going to leave, so he hung her on a tree at the door and beat her up.
She cried in her dream and said that she would never leave again, but the dream changed and she came to Harold’s wedding hall.
Everyone accused her of being ungrateful, coveting things that she didn’t deserve and destroying his happiness.
In her sleep, Beatrice shouted in panic, “I didn’t. I won’t love Harold again…”
When she opened her eyes again, her whole body was soaked with sweat.
Harold was sitting beside her bed, looking at her with a gloomy face.
“What won’t you love? Beatrice, am I too indulgent to you? That’s why you are so fearless in vying for favor!”
Beatrice didn’t have time to react to what he meant.
Viola pushed the door and walked in.
She affectionately wrapped her arms around Harold’s neck and pecked him lightly on the face.
“Calm down. I was worried about Beatrice last night, so I rushed back early this morning. Harold, I really don’t blame you. Don’t be so angry with Beatrice.”
Beatrice then realized that it was because of her fainting that Harold was too busy to take care of his girlfriend, so he had to leave her alone in the hospital and come back to accompany her, an outsider.
There was a slight tremor in her voice and she seemed to be under tremendous psychological pressure.
“Yes… I’m sorry, brother and sister-in-law. It was my fault last night. I shouldn’t have caused you trouble.”
Harold frowned unhappily and looked at her blankly, as if he noticed something was wrong.