Absurd, shocking, unbelievable—
All of Willa’s emotions erupted.
She pointed trembling fingers at him. “You… you’ve been hiding there, watching me?”
Patrick stood slowly, expression calm, tinged with irritation at being caught.
“You’re overreacting. I didn’t touch you.”
“Didn’t touch me?” Willa laughed in disbelief, her voice shaking.
“You were spying behind a mirror! How is that not disgusting?”
Patrick shrugged. “Don’t say it so harshly. If we hadn’t let you stay, you’d be out on the streets tonight.”
Willa’s anger and fear ignited. “Let me stay? You didn’t even tell me there was a hidden room! That’s illegal!”
Patrick sneered, “Then call the police. Do you even have the right? You don’t even have a place to stay!”
His words cut deep.
“You’d better understand whose territory this is,” Patrick warned, eyes flashing with offense.
Fear and anger exploded within her.
She lost the last shred of restraint and swung her hand, slapping him hard.
—Smack!
The sharp sound echoed in the room.
Patrick froze for a moment, then his face darkened.
“Pervert,” she hissed, quickly grabbing her suitcase and bolting for the door.
Clara rushed in between them, panic on her face. “Wait—don’t do this! Maybe he didn’t mean it. Don’t make this bigger than it is.”
Her words felt like feigned innocence, as if this were just a simple misunderstanding.
Willa looked at her, heart sank, “You knew all along, didn’t you? There’s a hidden room, and he’s been watching me!”
Clara’s lips moved, but she didn’t answer, eyes darting between Willa and Patrick, avoiding Willa’s gaze.
Willa finally understood.
“What happens if I do nothing?” she asked.
This wasn’t a mistake. This wasn’t an accident.
“Will it just get worse next time?”
The so-called mediation was just a way to keep the peace.
She couldn’t back down, otherwise all that awaited her would be endless harassment—the situation would only worsen.
Willa drew a deep breath. Her chest felt clogged, yet her mind was unusually clear.
There was no point in saying more.
“I’m leaving—right now!”
She didn’t look back. The door closed behind her.
Her hands trembled as she walked down the dark street. The streetlights flickered, casting fragmented shadows.
Strange sounds drifted through the night.
The area didn’t feel safe.
Alone, Willa dragged her heavy suitcase, footsteps clanging in the empty streets.
No hotel.
No familiar face.
No temporary refuge.
Nowhere to run. Nowhere to go.
Yet she would never return to that disgusting place!
She pulled out her phone. Her fingers shook, but she found Maya’s name in her contacts and pressed call.
The phone rang twice before being answered.
“Hello?” Maya’s sleepy voice answered.
“Sorry for calling so late… I… I’m in a situation.” Willa’s voice trembled.
She explained briefly.
Maya listened silently, then asked, “Do you know where you are?”
Willa desperately tried to recall the landmarks she had passed, but the night was dark. No buildings stood out nearby. The only place illuminated was—
“I got off at a bus stop.”
“I’m coming with hotel staff to get you. Stay there!” Maya said firmly.
Willa clutched her phone, standing in the night, eyes scanning every passing light.
Time stretched endlessly.
Soon, a car arrived.
The door opened. Maya stepped out quickly, followed by hotel staff and a police officer. She hugged Willa tightly, soothing her.
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“It’s okay now. You did great!”
The night air was still cold, the street still unfamiliar, but for the first time, Willa exhaled—truly, completely relieved.
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