It was three o’clock in the morning when Mariane got home to their house. She entered slowly, so as not to wake his mother. But it surprised her to see her mom, sitting on the chair, waiting for her to come home. Mariane noticed the dry blood on the side of Anastacia’s lips, which made her sigh.“I will treat your wounds,” Mariane said and took the plastic from her bag.She sat down next to Anastacia and began treating her mother’s wounds.“Where are you from? Why did you come home late?” She asked her daughter.“I found a job at a nearby bar,” she replied.“Why did you look for a job? You don’t need to work anymore, and I can still support your school fees.”“You don’t need to. Just give it to Dad instead. So he won’t beat you again. Don’t worry about me. I can handle myself,” Mariane coldly said.When she finished treating Anastacia’s wounds, she immediately stood up and went to their room. Exhausted, she threw her body on the mat and did not mind changing her clothes. She stared bl
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