Her eyes were lifeless and as she stared blankly in a direction.
"Clare, I didn't expect to run into you just now. It's my fault, I apologize to you."
As she spoke, she was about to kneel, and everyone thought I had bullied her.
Samuel was even more furious.
"I tolerate you over and over again because you are my wife! Not only do you not donate your corneas, but you also bully Jocelyn like this!"
He lifted his foot and kicked me in the lower abdomen, and the pain almost made me faint.
I just recovered from the abortion, but blood stains appeared on my lower body again.
I weakly reached out my hand, hoping that Samuel could see me. At least, he should send me to the emergency room.
But he didn't do that.
Jocelyn stood in front of me and weakly said that she had a stomachache and wanted to go home with him.
"Clare, I warn you not to act up anymore, otherwise, I'll divorce you."
They left swaggeringly, and I collapsed in front of the hospital, trembling all over.
In the end, it was a passing old lady who sent me to the emergency room.
No matter how painful the bleeding was, it couldn't compare to the pain in my heart.
I forced myself to hold on and contacted a lawyer. I asked him to immediately draft a divorce agreement and said that Samuel should bear all the medical expenses.
After nearly two weeks of recuperation, I returned home and packed my luggage. The first thing I did was to find Jocelyn.
I didn't even need to contact Samuel. I knew he would be by her side.
Today was Jocelyn's birthday.
She was wearing a delicate dress and standing happily among the crowd. When she found out that I came over, she covered her mouth in surprise.
"Samuel has been so worried about me recently, and I can't even drive him away. Clare, please don't get angry..."
I clenched my teeth and slapped her.
Soon, a palm print appeared on her fair face.
Samuel couldn't stand her being treated unfairly like this, so he walked over with a stern expression.
I was no match for him, so I just picked up a porcelain plate next to me and threw it at him.
"Clare, stop it, are you crazy?"
Yes, I was crazy. I wanted them to pay the price for their actions!
I picked up an ashtray and threw it at Jocelyn. She instinctively caught it and placed it on the table.
I couldn't help but sneer, "Miss Boone, you have good eyesight. You can even catch a small ashtray. It seems that you don't need corneas at all."