CHAPTER-74

Kimberly P. O. V

The surface of my hand was still deep red. It was burning badly. I bite my lower lip to prevent me from making any noise. Tears rolled down my eyes but no one stepped forward to help me. I didn't look up. I didn't want him to see my pain. It will only give him pleasure if he finds any weakness. While he was nursing the wound of the other woman who had caused this intentionally other than helping the person who is the real victim. A small part of me was disappointed but a big part was content that I do not need a man to rely on because I do not have one. I wrapped my burned hand with the white apron that was around my waist.