Rose Shaw's gaze gradually shifted elsewhere, her eyes rimmed with red.
'It hurt.'
She couldn't pinpoint the source of the agony. It was a pain that had seeped into every inch of her body, as if a million ants were gnawing at her flesh and bone.
She wanted to leave, but she had barely taken a step when a voice called out from behind her.
"Rose Shaw, you stop right there!" Eileen Scott walked over and grabbed Rose's arm. "You're just going to leave like that? Without even an apology? My sister isn't out yet. You're not going anywhere!"
"Let go." Rose's voice was practically ground out between her teeth.
"And what if I don't? Christopher, just look at her! She was in such a terrible situation, and you were the one who saved her! Otherwise, she would've been toyed with until she died! And now? It's one thing for her to be ungrateful, but she almost harmed my sister and the baby!"
