Byanca took a deep breath.
"Come on, Hendra," she said walking out of the living room.
"Okay, Miss."
Until Byanca left that house, Devan didn't even turn to look at the door.
Anna, who had finished cleaning the equipment she had used all day, was now confused. She didn't know what else to do.
'Should I just go home?'
'But what if Naila and Dave see the bruises on my face?' Anna struggled with her thoughts. If only her condition was fine as usual, maybe she wouldn't need to be so flustered like this.
Until she finally decided to go home, Anna would pretend she had the flu so Naila wouldn't suspect if she was wearing a mask.
Yes, that's the only way she can think of right now, while the blisters on her thighs, maybe she can endure it. Because staying in this house when she had nothing else to do was not a good thing, especially since Miss Byanca had already left.
