74 Who Asks for Sympathy?

Shirley’s voice was so loud, Nana even jumped in surprise.

“Patience, Madam ... Mr. Marcelino has had an accident ...” said Nana stammeringly.

Shirley snorted, her eyes scanned Marcel from head to toe with a probing gaze.

“Why are you wearing those clothes?” Shirley asked curtly.

“These are clothes from the hospital,” Marcel answered flatly. “I was in care for more than one night, that’s why I didn’t go home ...”

“Whose fault is it that you ran away?” Shirley said fiercely.

“I didn’t run away, don’t make accusations without evidence!” Marcel replied. “I went to work, then ....”

“So what? Have you had a disaster? Robbed? Mugged?” Shirley actually got even crazier. “Old song, Cel! You pretend to be sick, so that I feel sorry for you. Isn’t it? Having a husband like this is such a showman!”

Marcel sighed. Timidly, Nana placed a cup of hot tea on the table.

“Please drink it first, Sir.”

“Thank you, Nana.” Marcel nodded, but Shirley immediately pushed the cup aside until the contents spill
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