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"Evelyn Willard!" Jade Carlson shouted angrily.
However, Evelyn Willard, who had stolen the wallet, had already run out of the door, her whereabouts unknown.
Jade got up from the bed, feeling a sticky liquid sliding down her forehead. She touched it and found it to be bright red.
The push from Evelyn Willard just now had caused her to cut her forehead.
Jade immediately covered the wound, cursed softly, and made her way to the bathroom with a grave face.
She couldn't stay in this place any longer.
Jade thought to herself.
Thinking of Evelyn Willard's occasional drug relapses, Mayor Carlson's indifference, Mrs. Farrell's oppression and revenge...
She felt her life was a mess, with no way out!
How did it come to this?
How could she have ended up in this situation!
An hour later, when Evelyn Willard returned, she found Jade packing her suitcase.
