He didn't elaborate. He just opened the door and stepped out into the cold.
Joanna watched Boris disappear down the block. Staring out at the freezing concrete, she felt like her head was going to split open.
A hysterical laugh bubbled up her throat. The news was absolutely explosive.
It was so chaotic she couldn't stop herself from smiling.
She had always believed Wendy was blindly devoted to her father. Now she realized it was all a pathetic joke—Wendy had made a complete fool out of him too.
Joanna's mind began racing, trying to figure out how to weaponize this information.
But what was the point? Wendy had already lost everything.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, her phone buzzed with a call from her mother.
She groaned in frustration. Every time Sophia called, it was either to beg for money or to dump a crisis on her.
Seeing the caller ID made her want to throw the phone out the window.
"Mom," she answered anyway. She was still her mother, after all.
Sophia sounded hysterical and furious. "Joanna! Why have you been dodging my calls?!"
Joanna rubbed her temples. "Spit it out, Mom. You know I'm injured, right?"
"I've been stuck in a hospital bed for days, and you haven't bothered to visit once. You just call to scream at me. Do you even care if I'm alive?"
In that moment, Joanna immediately thought of Wendy. If she so much as scraped her knee, Wendy would have rushed her to the emergency room.
Wendy would scour the city for the best ointments to ensure she never had a single scar.
The contrast was a brutal slap in the face.


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