Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Nonsense? However, most nonsense spouted was, in actuality, the truth.

Although one would speak without thinking, how would they blurt it out if the thought never crossed their mind? Only words that were spoken without thinking were often the most truthful.

"Bruno, I apologize, alright? I promise I'll never say something like that ever again. No, I never said anything like that yesterday." However, Bruno only looked at Freddy in silence, his lips pursed.

Freddy did not know what else to say. After all, he immediately regretted it as soon as he said it out loud, truly. After all, if Bruno and Mashauva's relationship wasn't romantic, what he said the night before would have an entirely different meaning. Therefore, Freddy wished he could bite off his tongue that instant. How could he say something so ridiculous? "Bruno, I..." Bruno did not say anything else but silently stood up and walked outside.

Freddy sighed and thought he should just beat himself to death.

It was a horrible day for Frida.

She had wanted to head to the library in the early morning when Lena and Hailey cornered her. People rarely took this route. Moreover, it was still early, so sensing trouble, Frida decided to walk away, seeing the pair had a group of hooligans with them.

Lena's men immediately stepped forward to stop her.

"What do you want?" Frida hugged her books tightly and asked in feigned composure.

Lena stepped forward with her arms crossed as she sneered. "Shouldn't you be wondering what you have said or done before you ask that?" Frida was baffled.

"What are you talking about? What did I say?" Lena neared Frida in annoyance before she gripped Frida's chin. In a low voice, she taunted, "Stop pretending, Frida. Why don't you dare admit it? Don't tellyou're sacred. Have you never thought this day would cwhen you snitched to Mashauva?" Mashauva? "What does Mashauva have to do with this?" She had been putting all her attention on studying lately; she'd either be in the library or on the way there, so she barely interacted with Mashauva. She did not even go to the barbecue.

"What do you think?" Lena bent forward, glaring at her threateningly. "Didn't I warn you to stay out of my way or you'll wish you were dead? Yet you..." She patted Frida's cheek and sneered, "You can't learn to behave, can you? You just have to go and snitch to Mashauva. You think getting rid of us will get her brother to like you, is that it?" Hearing that, Frida's expression changed. "What are you talking about?" "Don't think that I can't see through your filthy schemes. You clearly have the intention, yet you pretend to be innocent. Oh, Frida, I've seen so many people like you." After that, Lena shoved her to the ground. To the side, Hailey complained, "Are you done? Are we going to kick her a*s or not?" Hailey was still livid with what happened the night before, so she was exceptionally irritated. Her annoyance grew the more she looked at Frida, so after she spoke up, her anger grew, and she took Frida as a punching bag, kicking her brutally twice.

"You like to snitch, huh? Go on, tell her, I dare you!" The kicks caused Frida so much pain that she could only think of retaliating, so she dragged Hailey's legs. As Hailey hadn't anticipated it, she immediately fell to the ground.

With that, she shrieked.

"Are you all dead? I hired you all to deal with her. Don't just stand there like idiots; finish her!" After Hailey gave the order, the hooligans circled Frida and beat her up.

Frida was all alone, so she was no match for them at all. She struggled at first, but the pain got so bad that she gave up fighting back and only covered her head with her hands as she curled her body up into afetal position.

Countless punches and kicks landed on her body. The pain was excruciating.

After Hailey had vented all her anger on Frida, she landed another kick on her stomach after she got up. "If you dare snitch to Mashauva again, I will sew your mouth shut." Frida's voice was weak. "What... in the world... are you talking about?" "What am I talking about?" Lena chuckled coldly. "We wouldn't have known if Mashauva hadn't told us you told her. Frida Moore, we do like Mashauva's brother, but that's none of your business, you hear me?" "Also, if you dare tell anyone about today, I can guarantee misery will befall upon your mother working in the textile factory." "Let's go!" Frida laid on the grass, moribund. The books that were scattered around her were nearly destroyed by the group. Parts of her clothes were torn, and she was in so much pain that she could hardly move. The hooligans were experienced as they hit where her clothes could conceal her bruises instead of her face.

In addition to that, her stomach was in excruciating pain after Hailey had kicked it several times.

Somewhat hopeless, Frida wondered if Mashauva actually told Lena and Hailey she had said those things. Or had they made it up? But why would they need to? Lena had always been bossy, and it was not the first tshe had wanted to find trouble with her. Lena did not need a reason like that at all.

After lying on the ground for a long time, she struggled as she pushed herself off the ground before picking up her books one by one.

She knew she should report this to the teachers, school violence should not be tolerated. However, the two of them were of prominent families, and they also knew her mother was working in a textile factory, which meant that they would not let her go so easily. If she actually told the teachers, her mother would definitely be in trouble.

Her family was already very poor. It was not easy for Frida to attend school, so she really did not want to trouble her mother further. Enduring the pain, she stood up and limped forward. Exhausted, Frida plainly applied sointment before she laid in bed for the entire day. As her injuries weren't visible, Mashauva did not know that she was hurt at all. However, once she asked Mashauva to apply for sick leave on her behalf, Mashauva expressed worry immediately.

"Are you okay? Are you sick? Why don't we go to the hospital, Frida?"

Hospital? That was not a place the poor could afford to go. They'd be fine after recuperating by themselves for a couple of days. Therefore, Frida shook her head before she said in a barely audible voice. "I'm fine. I guess shark week is nearing, so my stomach hurts a little." "Is that so? I'll go get a hot-water bottle and make you stea then!" "Okay, thank you." Frida looked at the pure and innocent Mashauva before she suddenly called out, "Mashauva." "Yes?" "Did you say anything aboutto Lena and Hailey?"