"Don't worry, Teacher Helen, today we'll make sure you bleed profusely."
One by one, they began calling their lovers and family. Helen Melendy smiled as she pushed her wheelchair towards the elevator.
At this time, it was the rush hour after work, and there were many other companies working in this office building.
Gradually, people began crowding into the elevator.
Because she was in a wheelchair, which took up a lot of space in the elevator, many people didn't say anything but their expressions clearly showed some disdain.
However, because she was beautiful, many men didn't show much malice towards her. Instead, some women, already annoyed by the crowded elevator, showed unabashed jealousy and contempt for her disability upon seeing her pretty face.
"If you can't walk, just stay home and stop wasting public resources."
"Isn't that right? I wonder what she's thinking, does she think being beautiful entitles her to occupy others' resources?"
