Cynthia fell heavily onto the cold, hard marble floor after being rudely shoved. The searing pain in her body paled in comparison to the overwhelming bitterness and despair in her heart. She sat there, motionless and silent, as if her spirit had left her.
Hearing the loud argument from inside, Monica and Jim rushed in. Monica immediately saw Cynthia sitting on the floor, hurried to her side, and helped her up, her voice filled with concern.
"Cynthia, what happened?"
Meanwhile, Jim stepped forward to pull the enraged Albert back a little. Cynthia shook her head lightly at Monica, but the tears she had stubbornly held back finally fell, hot and scalding, landing on Monica's fair hand. Monica's nose tingled with emotion, and she softly murmured,
"Cynthia…"
Cynthia wiped the tears from her face and turned to look at Albert, whose face was dark with fury. Her expression was resolute as she said,
