Serena rushed to the restroom.

Just as she entered, she saw Lorraine who was fixing her makeup.

Lorraine frowned when she saw her, "Madam, you seem to be in bad shape."

Serena's fingertips curled as she glanced at herself in the mirror, unable to hide the exhaustion that filled her face despite the elaborate makeup.

And Maxwell, the one who claimed to love her, never noticed anything wrong with her body.

This love, when it comes down to it, is worse than garbage.

She looked at Lorraine and spoke slowly.

"Ms. Lorraine, you're Maxwell's fiancée, don't you like him?"

A dark light darted across Lorraine's eyes, and the corner of...