Chapter 15: Pray but can't?

After getting off the bus, the Betha escorted Anne Jenner upstairs to the door, because her condition was not good, so Betha left the two aides first and I stayed with Anne Jenner.

After closing the door, turning around, Anne Jenner sat down on the sofa as if she was drained of strength. Betha opened the medicine box and took an antiseptic to apply to Anne Jenner's wound, but she waved her hand again, saying "I want to remove the make-up first."

"Having been like this and then thinking about removing make-up? Let's treat the wound well first." Impatiently Betha, Anne Jenner shook her head.

"Really." Reluctantly, Betha let the antiseptic cotton down and turned and walked into the room.

Anne Jenner looked at the shadow on the TV, the makeup on her face that was so dirty that the eyeliner was wiped away, and it was long enough to make her nauseous.

She reached out her hand to rub the corner of her eye, wanting to wipe off all that was left.

Blood-stained white fingers mingled with black,