"Charlie Thompson, thank you!"
Heather Thomas whispered, her eyes slightly red.
"It's nothing, it's what I should do. People like that are really disgusting!" I said.
Heather nodded, angrily saying, "That Jose Roberts, he's an animal, drinking, gambling, and carousing all day, and he hits my mom when he's drunk. Sometimes he even hits me."
"And... and he often spies on me too. After I went to high school, I never lived at home again, and after graduation, I didn't contact my family."
"I thought I could stay away from him, but I didn't expect he'd find me again."
As she spoke, Heather's face turned slightly pale, a bit anxious.
"What should I do now? He knows I work here, he definitely won't let this go," Heather became more and more agitated, her voice tinged with tears.
I frowned slightly, also finding it a bit tricky.
I naturally understood that with someone as shameless as Jose Roberts, the previous intimidation might not be very effective.
