"What the hell are you doing here?" Victoria looked at them with disdain.

"Daughter, what happened to you?" her mother asked, seeing her clothes still stained with blood. She tried to touch her, but Victoria raised her hands, stopping her coldly.

"Nothing that concerns you, Mom. What are you doing here? I have no money left, there's nothing left of me that interests you."

Her father looked down and, with resignation, tried to take her hand. "We didn't come to ask for anything. On the contrary, we just want to know how we can help you, Victoria."

She crossed her arms, incredulous. "I don't believe you. You've never cared about...