She could tell the clothes were for her. They were all in the simple, fresh style she used to wear, and they were all her size—a small. He had prepared them in advance. 'Looks like he was determined to have me all along.' The thought made her furious. She randomly grabbed a few items, threw them on, and left his bedroom for the study. Her purse was still there, but her phone was shattered to pieces and unusable. She grabbed her purse, turned around, and went downstairs to leave.
'He told me to stay here? Was I supposed to just stay here and let him continue to bully and humiliate me?'
Ignoring his threats, she stormed out of his residence and hailed a cab back to her own apartment. She wasn't going to worry about Joy, either. After all, Joy was his daughter; he surely wouldn't do anything to her. It was obvious he doted on the little girl.
